"Can I use the car to--" "No."

When my parents first moved in with each other back in the early 70s, my dad had a Beetle they shared. Their parking was behind their apartment, and on a series of one-way streets. In order to park you could either take the alley, or drive all the way around the block and take the road that goes behind the apartment.

My dad always told my mom not to use the alley in the winter, as it was uneven, narrow, and very icy. Well, one time she did, and managed to bounce off every wall and bash in every fender on that car.