When they take all you have as non payment on your ticket debts you are sailing on Lake Crump at peace with the world. You return to find your home with a new lock and a sign saying they took it all. You just start driving south along the lakes streams and rivers. You keep your boat car until the day you meet an old pepper haired black blind man playing his sax on a dock. You offer him a straight trade on the spot and the man agrees. His grand kids can drive him around in that sailboat jalopy.
Now you only have a sax and four bucks to your name.