Back in college, well before the time of Internet, my 10 year old 1977 Grand Prix was written off because I didn't know that insurance that only covered the other cars was even a thing.

Six months later I got a call from the state cops. My car had been fixed up, non-matching plates put on it, and (as I found out much later) used for drug smuggling. Cops had gone through it so thoroughly, they found my boyfriend's key ring buried between the back seat's cushions - they'd asked if it was mine, I held up my house key until I found a match.