Back in the old days when having a drink and driving was more the norm, a mate and I were travelling through some valley roads and the accelerator cable snapped on his TC Ford Cortina
I figured this out in whilst fumbling around under the bonnent
I chucked my leg over the wing and told him to stick it in drive and I cranked the throttle and then proceeded to drive around 15km's back to base. I remember when we got to base I nonchantly announced the vehicle id number as we passed through the gate.
My mate said he sobered up instantly as he had to just steer and was paranoid to touch the brakes, lest I fly off.
The daft things, I did when young :nut:, 'rebel without a clue'.