Sounds like the sort of fellow who will provide a long term source of entertainment, and revenue.
I have a friend I met in 1969. His most famous escapade was after years of riding with me in a long series of four wheel drive vehicles, he bought a new 1987 Chevy 3500. It was beautiful in the morning. We were sober, I swear. We drove through narrow log roads lined with blackberry brush, over fallen trees, op brook beds. The scratches on a new truck he assured me, gave it character.
Late in the day in October we came upon a new pond. There were tire tracks across the bottom. I pointed out they were put there before the water was. Undaunted he believed he could drive across it. I wanted out! I got out, and proposed he get his front wheels in, and back out. He drove in about 6" deep with front wheels, backed out, put it in drive, and floored it. Seconds later his dead truck was windshield deep in cold water. As he rolled down his window, and asked what he should do.
My truck was 40 miles away. The tow truck driver wasn't a diplomat. He couldn't stop laughing. Bruce's wife was sympathetic, sad for his misfortune, as though his parked truck had been run into by a hit and run driver. My wife was furious! Why did you let him do it?!!! We spent two days draining fluids. Finally running well, he switched fuel tanks, commenting that it wasn't full before. That seemed to be the end, it wouldn't start again. More draining ensued. Ultimately, he took his seat indoors every night for a long time.
He drove it several years.
Willie