Flathead screwdriver. That would turn the ignition but it would not turn the door lock so I had to remember to leave my doors unlocked.

Occasionally I would forget and lock myself out but I had a coat hanger wrapped around my bumper for when I needed to break into it. That would grab the flared lockhead and allow me entry.

I loved that car.

Eight cylinder roaring gas guzzler. I was not a car enthusiast but there was something special about that V8. I would accidentally race people when jumping from red to green light starts. I barely had to goose it and I was off so I was always the first guy out from a light. Which meant other guys who wanted to race would then roar by me. I occasionally played.