Several years ago at an old job, a friend had a Prelude that was his baby. One day he pulled his car up to the front of the building. I ran out and packed all 4 of his wheel wells with snow. He never noticed when he got in the car. He put it in reverse and couldn't move. He kept going from R to D to R and so on and couldn't figure out why he wasn't moving. After spinning the tires at a ridiculously high rate of speed, he finally got out to look at his car. The tard looked at his rear tires first. He kicked all of the snow out of both rear wheel wells then got back in his car. For some reason, he still couldn't go anywhere. DUH!!! After a while, I kinda felt bad for him, so I went out and said "Hey dumbass, your car is front wheel drive". Good times!!