My mentor in delinquency drove a dappled green 72 Oldsmobile. It was huge and multi-dented due to his dislike for using the brake pedal. He saw stationary objects as his stopping buddies.
He once lost a fender coming down the mountain road. To save gas he turned the engine off, forgetting that he would need the power steering to make it around the bend at the bottom. Fortunately, after the barb wire fence, there was a soft corn field.
Then he got the wrong girl pregnant and lost half a hand to her father’s ax. Claims he’s not handy anymore.