I was a senior in high school, Mom and Dad were at a conference out of state, and I had the house to myself. Coincidentally Will Smith's "Parents Just Don't Understand" had just been released... him talkin' about taking the keys to Dad's new Porsche... would he mind? of course not!
I was driving my '76 Olds Vista Cruiser wagon. Battery died. So I take the 356
to go see a friend. Had a time getting it going, but going it got, and enjoyed a 10 mile drive towards my friend's house who lived 12 miles away. Got to a stop light, car dies, can't get it restarted. (turns out carb diaphragms went to crap, thank god for no fire!
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Get a tow truck home, leave the 356 up the street 'cause I don't want a tow truck trying to get it through the driveway on the hooks... Get some frat boy neighbors in a rented house to help me push it up the drive and into the garage. Carefully clean off pine needles, put keys back in the dresser, and plan to Play Stupid about why the 356 won't start and to say it was moved slightly in the garage so I could get the station wagon in the garage to charge the battery. Brilliant huh?
So... mom's car is at airport, my car needs a battery, the 356 is dead, hrm... oh yes, Dad just bought that M491 coupe
Fortunately it stayed running nicely, had a great weekend cruising around with my friends, and Dad never noticed the extra 200 miles that were on it.
I confessed this to my Dad about 3 months before he died (we were talking about the Porsches and disposal after his death), and he wouldn't believe me...