When I was 16 I had some things hanging from my rear view in my '72 Duster. I went around a turn pretty fast (fast for a '72 Duster) and the necklace/charm things swung over and wrapped around my steering wheel and held it so the wheel wouln't return to center. Only thing is I didn't realize this until I had stood on the gas and tried to counter steer for a nice little fish-tail action. I ended up doing a donut on the sidewalk.
I feel I learned many valuable lessons that day. The first being, "don't be gay and hang shit from the rearview".
