That is a two way street though my friend. My first car, a $300 Mustang had Fred Flinstone power drive. One rainy night I drove though a big puddle and the whole interior of the car exploded with a shower of water. Scared the crap outta me.
The only General Misunderstanding I have ever owned nor intend to own....1970....Groton, Connecticut...
Couldn't find any used Fords....nobody wanted to let them go.
So, I bought a 1960 Chevy Biscayne 2-door.
Plymouth Duster had just come out, so I got a bottle of white Pactra model paint and a brush...lettered Ruster on the wing sides and below the boot lid.
The floor wells for back seat passengers were.....open squares.
The front seat (235 inline six, slip and slide power glide) was bolted to disconnected rust. Hit the gas, seat flipped back, wedged your legs under the steering wheel. Hit the brakes, seat shoved you into the wheel...
Bought a sheet of 3/4" plywood and some carriage bolts. Didn't have a power saw, cut that wood with a handsaw.....
Laid one big piece from under the pedals, along the hump, up to the door, and all the way under the rear seat bottom. Both sides.
Scraps were configured to fit under the remains of the floor.
Drilled and carriage bolts sandwiched it all together...and bolted the drivers bench seat down.
Lord, I was glad to get rid of that POS.
Dave