When I was a kid, my parents met a couple with a newish Bentley on holiday and assumed they were well off. They invited us round for the day and we drove round and round looking for a mansion, only to discover that they lived in the smallest of two bedroom houses.

The garage was so small, that when the guy got the Bentley in, he took a roll of stair carpet from the back seat, unrolled it from the sunroof, across the bonnet/hood to the bumper/fender and climbed out without scratching his precious car.

Where there's a will there's a way!