Years ago I owned and was working on a 1964 Chevy Biscayne. The car was a "work-on/drive" vehicle. Oh yea it needed some repairs but like most of us you prioritize them and those you can "live with" you put on the back burner. "Live with" is the focus of this story. While hanging out at one of my local "hang-outs" and having the Biscayne parked out front a friend of mine was admiring her or at least what she can be. Although she only had the "6-Popper" in her, she was a blast to drive and enjoy. He (friend) asked if he could take her for a spin. Now I know so many of us put so much effort, time and money in our beloved classics, letting someone else drive them is definitely a "No No", but she was in the "project stage" so I agreed. My friend started her up, put her in reverse and then proceeded on his way. You could see the big smile on his face and enjoyment we all share when driving a classic. I sat back enjoying his apparent enjoyment and continued my discussion with my friends over a good cup of coffee. It was not long when my friend returned. I was curious to see his reaction and listen to his appreciative comments. To my amaze he walked in white as a ghost and still shaking. As he set, or dropped the keys on the table from his (still shaking) grip, he slowly sat down, white as a ghost and took a long breath and sigh of relief. We all just stared and then asked: "What is the matter, what happen"? He started to explain that everything was going great, the car was running fine and suddenly when he approached an intersection and the need to slow down was apparent, he lifted his foot off the accelerator to apply the brake but the engine continued to rev. The car continue its speed, the accelerator, the throttle did not release. He panicked, he acted quickly, turned off the ignition and applied the brake only to stop in the middle of the intersection. Luckily for him the traffic was light. He started her back up, she was idling fine and he gingerly maneuvered her back. It was then that I understood the problem and explained. You know those repairs that so many of us know need done, but we can "live with". Well on my Biscayne, she had a loose - damaged motor mount. It was still holding but sometime when you accelerated it would rock that big "6-Popper" and the accelerator linkage would get stuck. I quickly learned that when this would happen, you simply placed your foot - toe under the pedal, lift up and you would release the linkage - throttle. I guess I forgot to tell my friend about that minor, you can "live with" repair. Sorry. You know, I don't have that Biscayne anymore and I'm not sure if I ever repaired that motor mount. Wonder who has her now, call me.