Actually, I don’t remember being sore at all the next day. Happy, yes! As these things sometimes happen, I was motivated to do something because the driver recognized me, even though I could hardly tell who he was from the dirt and blood covering his face. He grabbed my hand, and asked me to get his son from underneath the car.
When I was in High School, Louie Wagner drove a 32 horse Volkswagen to school. Four of us larger fellows would leave at lunch and pick up his car. Sometimes we'd walk it down the block, sometimes we'd move it to the other side of the street and facing the wrong way. When we moved it in front of the school's front door the Principal stepped in and said not to do that again as it created a fire hazard.
You hear about people doing these sort of "super human" feats of strength sometimes individually, sometimes collectively. I think people are capable of doing amazing things when a booster shot of adrenalin is pumping through their system.
Regards,
GtG