For driver's ed in high school (1957 summer school between 9th and 10th grade) we had a '57 Pontiac Cheiftain 2 door sedan. The smallest, lightest car Pontiac made.
347 V8 with D series (Daytona series) Carter AFB that was bigger than my bedroom, dual exhaust and 3 speed column. One of the fastest cars in Palm Beach County, and was a certified Fuely 'Vette eater.
The instructor (Baseball Coach) said I wasn't using the clutch right, and told me to start off in 3rd gear. I told him it would burn up the clutch. He said "Not if you do it right." I smoked the tires for a block and a half until he managed to get to the dual clutch on his side. Luckily, I was able to back off before it blew the engine.
The next day I had the tail hangin' out a bit around a corner in downtown so he threw me out of class. I'd been driving about 4 years and had some professional instruction driving sideways. I got a "C" for insurance purposes. I was 16 and not really too awful bright, but the roads weren't very crowded then. Lucky for me and everybody else.
Also lucky for me that we were able to get some really good, semi-pro road racers to teach our sports car club.
Smokin' tires is fun, but can get real expensive. Tires are expensive and the tickets you get are pretty damned expensive too.