In an old Celica discussing how when covered in bird crap, it would leak into the car via the sunroof which had worn seals.
I climbed onto the roof for a look while it was being driven down a road.
The car morphed into a commodore and the driver refused to slow down/stop so I could get back in.
After much yelling I bent one of his wipers. He was annoyed and asked why did that? Rhetorical question or what? He stopped.
Lots of me hanging off the bonnet here.
Also a couple of sex based dreams I have since forgotten.