I once watched a guy in a Corvette race a conversion van with the handicapped plates to a handicapped parking space. The kid got out of the 'Vette and ran into the store, leaving the guy in the van sitting there with a quizzical look on his face. It was the last permitted spot left. I couldn't help myself. The keys came out. (I was 18 or so.) The tip of my old Charger key went all the way to fiberglass, from one end of the car to the other.
