You haven't lived (or come close to no longer doing so) until at 70+, on an old 2 lanes-per-side freeway in the California Desert near Palm Springs the upper (only) one of those rubber Maltese Crosses has rotted, and fails, and the steering column drops out, and you've got a Playschool steering wheel spinning in front of you.
At that time you hope (and pray) the brakes pull straight, and wait for the slow left curve in the freeway to come up so you can drift off to the side......
1957 Jaguar MK1..........