The assistant manager of a shop where I tinted windows back in college called me in from class one day in a semi panic because he had a new VW beatle that wouldn't start blocking the garage door.

I make like I've got a bad nose bleed (not hard when you do as much coke as I do) ditch class nd ride my bike about the 4 miles downtown.

Bastard had turned the steering wheel after the car was shut off and the steering lock had caught, he couldn't figure out you had to give the wheel just a little twist and turn the key.