C'mon, you already know about the car.

[ His laugh is a little distracted. As much as he enjoys flirting, Howard is even more at home amongst wires and mechanical things, and even the inner workings of an elevator are enough to prevent more awful innuendo from slipping out. ]

There oughta be an auto-braking mechanism to keep that from happening. Unless I accidentally disable it, so no guarantees there, I guess.