Years ago, I attended a University a few miles from my flat. A good friend lived a block away from the University. He didn’t drive, so his parking spot was empty. He let me park there whenever I needed to attend classes. Perfect!

One day, I returned from classes, and found a VW Beetle (old style) parked about a third of the way across the driveway. My car was a wonderfully simple (and small) Triumph Spitfire… Although I might have been able to squeeze past this wanker’s car, I didn’t want to perhaps damage my baby (I should never have sold that car!), so I decided to try some other tack.

Since all I wanted to do was get my car out of the drive, letting the air out of his tires, or somehow or other disabling his car wasn’t a viable option. So, I checked out his car, and saw that although he had locked the doors, he hadn’t fully shut the passenger-side door. Knowing this car style (an old girl friend had the same year car. You can tell by the tail lights), I knew that all I had to do was to bump the passenger door shut, and the door would unlock itself. This is a fault with many older cars.

So, I bumped the door shut, and sure enough, the passenger-side lock popped up. I opened the door, reached across and unlocked the driver’s side. I hopped in, took the car out of gear, and took off the parking brake. Big smile on my face!

Now, I’m a big bloke, about 1.9 m (about 6′2.5″), weighed about 15 stones (about 212 pounds), and was playing centre back on my footy team, so I was in shape at the time. And I’m still smiling about this…

It’s a quiet neighborhood, without much traffic, so I got out, left the driver’s door open, AND I PUSHED THE CAR INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE INTERSECTION.

I calmly put on the brake, set the gear in third, and locked it (properly locked, so probably only the driver with the key could unlock the car). I got into my beautiful yellow spitfire, backed carefully into the lane, and drove home.

I never did hear what happened to that car. But I’m sure that tosser never did that again!