Some years ago we were out of town for a week. When we got back home I pulled into our cul-de-sac and the first words out of my mouth were, "Where's my Hurst Olds?"
Turns out my neighbor across the street had complained to the city about it sitting in the driveway and it had been towed out of my driveway to an impound lot while we were away.
I finally found it 48 hours before it was scheduled to be crushed. I'd probably be in jail now if that had happened.