@Veronique When I was in collage I bought a Triumph Spitfire. It was always breaking down, and at one point I parked it in the back yard of some of my buddies. We accessed the back yard through an alley from an adjacent street. They moved, but we had permission from the landlord to keep the car there until it could be fixed. Two years elapsed until I could afford the repairs, but when I went to get the car, I discovered that a fast food joint had opened and in doing so they built over the ally.