I confess to keeping a crowbar/tire-iron under my driver’s seat. It’s from my 1973 Mercury Bobcat (the metal of which should be in its fourth or fifth car by now) and has been going from car to car as we upgrade, because… well, you never know. In case anyone asks. (Which my wife did. “You never know” was an answer she accepted, which I think shows a certain amount of spousal trust.)