I told this story long ago but some may find it interesting.
About 40 years ago my business was in the front of a large building and in back was a garage occupied by an upholstery shop, the owner of the building (Jim). His brother Bob worked with him and one day Bob borrowed Jim's 1956 Ford F700 dump truck.
I'm at my desk, Bob leaves and an hour later see the dump truck return towed by a large wrecker (expensive tow) which drops it off behind building.
After a while I hear commotion so I go over and there's a contractor trying to push F700 in with a tractor, spinning wheels and tearing up asphalt lot. So I asked what happened. Bob said he was driving along when smoke rolled out from under the dash, all wires were burned up. "Why don't you just drive it in?" I asked.
Everything went silent...then Bob says "Fuddy! You dumb axx! I just said all the wires were burned up!!!".
"I understand, but why don't you just drive it in? I can have it running for you in a minute."
By then everyone there could see steam pouring out of Bob's ears.
Jim said, well, it's my truck...why not let Fuddy try?
So I popped the hood, in one pocket I carried a clip lead...so battery positive to ignition coil positive and with by small screwdriver jumped solenoid and it fired right up...I gave it some gas working carb linkage. It was idling.
"Now...you can simply drive it in the bay."
The contractor rolled his eyes as he left on his tractor. As Jim drove in in the bay I removed clip lead shutting it off. Bob never said a word but got in his car burning rubber down the street and to this day has never said a word to me.