Dad was a boat guy. We had 2 big old wooden boats growing up. When my parents retired they moved to the Eastern Shore of Maryland down the street from a marina. They hired dad to break up old boats. They told them what they wanted off the boat, told dad he could have what ever he wanted and the rest into the dumpster. I was in his shop one time and hanging from the roof was a near perfect white steering wheel. Where'd that come from? Oh, some old Chrysler outboard. It was for a 1962 Valiant or Lancer!