My friend would always leave his car unlocked with the keys in the ignition. He always hoped his car would be gone when we got back to it, but no one wanted a 1983 Toyota Tercel with a rotted out floor and screaming alternator.
We always made sure to lock our seatbelts whenever my friend's mother gave us a ride somewhere. To her, it was more important to point in the direction of where she saw a man on fire than staying in her lane and away from the divider. photo by http://www.flickr.com/photos/cindystanford/ / CC BY-NC-SA 2.0