Coach Arthur 'Tip' Tipton was our Driver's Ed teacher and trying to teach Don Bartlett and me (with heads full of mush; as Three Mile Bend Kenny Hudson once quipped about us teenagers) how to drive one fine carefree happy-go-lucky day in about 1961 in our long gone, one horse, small town of old Humble Texas. 
Now there wasn't much traffic in hick town 1961 Humble back then, but my classmate Don Bartlett somehow conjured up a scary scenario for us all that fine day. 
 Here we are, with Don cruising for a bruising on FM1960, passing the Charles Street football field.
 Don's mind wandered off to the football field or beyond into outer space, maybe. He was transfixed on anything but driving.
As we approach the RR tracks (too fast) Don, Coach Tipton, and I become lit up with the fact that there is a freight train barreling down on our path. Coach yells "STOP", as Don pours the petal to the metal to beat the beast across the RR tracks. I'm in the back just about putting my foot through the back floorboard with my imaginary brake petal in the back. Whoa, Nellie!!!!!!!
 Coach Tipton is stomping the teacher's brake so hard that the wheels and tires are screaming.
 Don is still transfixed on floor boarding the gas petal to beat the barreling freight train.
 The motor is roaring at 10,000 RPM, the brakes and tires and I are screaming and heaven is waiting.
  Just in the nick of time Coach Tipton gained control of this teenager-gone-wild disaster car.
  Don is still ***honking*** at the freight train as we screech to a non-bloody halt!
 Wheweeeeeeeeeeeee!  
  Coach is just shaking his head with his hands over his ears, I'm laughing in a weird and funny way
that I haven't heard since then.
  Don is just a honking and a laughing...... all the way to an extra year of Driver's Ed.
  PTL! PTL! Hallelejuh!
  R.I.P., Coach Tipton and on Bartlett
  Love you!