Back when I was in High School a friend of mine had gone off camping overnight with his girlfriend (and a few buddies) back in one of the local mountain ranges. Trick was that "girlfriend" was supposed to be staying at someone elses house- not out camping in the middle of nowhere with a buncha boys. She was s'posed to be home around 9:30 the next morning as I recall, normally it woulda been an hours drive so...we leave about 9:20, drive about 100 MPH through the dirt roads, run a couple of WindyBeggars off the road into the ditch (gotta love tourist season) and we could make it with two minutes to spare...
Naturally, Murphy reared his ugly head when everyone was leaving the next morning and my buddy got a flat tire on his truck, and had a spare tire, but no lug wrench to change it. So, he did what any irrational, hungover kid would do...
CHISELED the lugnuts loose with his Russian Bayonet and a large rock!
Thankfully about the time he'd fingertightened what was left of the lugnuts back onto his truck a guy came by and loaned him a set of channel locks, which got him and his GF home safely. at around 11:00.
GF's daddy was a bit pissed off, but refrained from brandishing the double barrel when they pulled into the driveway.
exciting tale, eh?