I think I may have posted this incident quite some time ago on this forum, but since I am an old forgetful fart now, I don't remember... but anyhow I was taking my 1948 Plymouth to my brother-in-law's place for bodywork. We hauled it there on a trailer (my future son-in-law, my brother-in-law and myself). Unloaded the car from the trailer at the top of his driveway, which was on an incline down to his garage. The car wasn't fully operational at that point, so we just pushed it a bit to get it lined up with the driveway. I jumped in to steer it down his driveway and pull in to his garage, while sitting on a large block of wood, since the seats had not been installed yet. The car started rolling OK, but when I stepped on the brakes to slow it down a bit, the brake pedal just about went to the floorboards. So now I'm pumping the brake pedal like a madman, while tightly grabbing the steering wheel for support, and sitting on an unsecured block of wood. I forgot that I never bothered to install the nut on the steering shaft. Yep, you guessed it...the steering wheel popped off of the shaft, so now I'm still pumping the brake pedal like an idiot, and holding the loose steering wheel in my hands. I managed to jam the steering wheel back onto the steering shaft, and was deciding where to aim the car, because at that point I was heading directly for his Kubota tractor, which was parked just past his garage. Finally the brakes slowed the car enough that I didn't plow into his Kubota, and we rolled to a stop. I think I nearly shit myself thru all that, and when I got out of the car, my brother-in-law and my future son-in-law were both laughing their asses off. I only wish that we had been video taping that whole fiasco. It seems hilarious now, but at the time I wasn't laughing.