That's what they make keys for.
Back in college, parking was impossible. Even arriving a hour before classes often did not get you a legal parking spot.
I though I saw a spot in the student lot, but as I approached, I saw a new Porsche was parked diagonally taking 2 spots.
In desperation, I finally parked on the grass behind the maintenance building and then headed back to find the Porsche.
With a key between each finger, I walked along the car like a teenage Wolverine. Paint chipping, metal groaning; I had an enormous hard-on.
After classes I went back to give it another run on the passenger side, but the Porsche was gone.
I looked for it the next few weeks, but it never returned.