I vaguely remember being 19 and on several occasions when I was attending my first college in upstate New York where the drinking age was 18, I would forget where I had parked my mother’s ‘66 GTO and just walk up the hill to my dorm and pass out. The next day it might have taken me a couple of hours to find it because even though the town was small, there 63 bars scattered about. At least I remembered to always take the keys out of the ignition before I started drinking. Not saying that this former Cowboy was out hitting the firewater, but 4 AM?
Alcohol probably complicates the situation...................
I was at my best friend’s bachelor party sampling everything in his parents’ liquor cabinet - that part I remember. The next morning, I woke up on their sofa and immediately thought ‘where’s my car?’ and I sat up quickly to look out the window at which time it felt like someone hit my head with a sledge hammer. Later, I remembered where I parked my car.
There’s an urban legend (probably) about the woman who couldn’t find her car in the parking lot at the mall, reported it stolen, got a replacement out of the insurance settlement, only to have Sears Auto Center call some time later and ask if she was ever going to come pick her car up from her last appointment at their facility.
Did you keep the 66 GTO?
Not a booze story, but true and no casualties. Sometimes I get very tired on a long auto trip and pull off in a safe place to get some sleep. When I do, I always take the keys out of the ignition to make sure I don’t suddenly wake up while half asleep, start the vehicle, and drive into an immediate collision.