The Hartlepool Monkey.

I was once 'invited' to help some friends move an upright piano from one flat to another. They had rented a largish truck, larger than a van, anyway. When we got the piano up in the cargo hold, I asked where the lashings were. I figured they were going to lash it to the left-hand wall. They had no lashings and reckoned if they drove real slow its mass would keep it more or less in place. I don't really have to finish this story do I? I followed them slowly on my motorcycle and was in prime position to hear the piano play its last notes, every one of them at once, as it did a face plant on the first very minor, very slow, curve.