In an American flight magazine round about 1960 there was a photo of
a modified Cadillac . The owner had bought from salvage the front end of a 649 Connie. He then fitted as much of the instrumentation and controls as he could possible cram into the Caddie so that there was no sign at all of the original dash let alone something as banal as a steering wheel.
No piddling little suction cap steering wheel for his kids when out for a drive with dad, occupying the right seat, as dad's copilot.
ahhh . .. . the puerile games people play to escape the serious business of life. Old mate Darrell used to say that the only diversion he could afford or justify from his job (manual labour) and his extensive reading of serious non-fiction was courtesy of his right hand.