Sounds like 'opportunity missed' to me.Whew! I was afraid there would be another reason for the rocking....
For a period of time, I was married to a firefighter and visited him at the station for dinners during his three-day shift. He worked for the Dept. Of Forestry & Fire (now re-named "CalFire") and was assigned to the station in Pebble Beach. (Yes, THAT Pebble Beach.)
The Secret Service always parked the Presidential Limo at the fire station at night during golf tournaments when this or that president attended them. They'd come get it to go pick up The Prez at the safe house, drop him off there at night and bring the limo back for safe-keeping. In case of fire response, the keys to the limo were left at the fire station so it could be moved if necessary.
Apparently some firefighters found it ... Worthwhile... To show their lady friends the interior of the limo. I did look inside... And sit there just to feel the Greatness. But that was it.
Some years later, after divorce, I dated a Secret Service agent and mentioned this tale to him. He grinned, saying, "Oh, yeah, we know. Did you?"
No! "Well, would you like to? I can arrange it."
Nope.

