Reminds me of something I had happen back in the seventies-
My first car was a '56 Chebby [sorry for spoiling your day, Bob] and there was a guy in Detroit parting out a '55, and I needed a lot of parts. He was located in a really bad part of town, and being from a 98% caucasian area I was a bit concerned.
No worries. the fellow parting the car out was one of the nicest guys I met in a long time! He lent me some tools I needed, but did not have a steering wheel puller. He told me the trick was to grab both sides of the wheel, put my feet against the dash, and pull as hard as I could to get it off.
Well, I tried this, the wheel was looser than I thought, it came right off, and tossed me back over the front seat topsy turvy! Just then I looked up, and the seller's mother started busting up laughing, and I couldn't help but to do the same. She invited me in for lunch, and then I finished with the car.
He only charged me $25 for the sack of parts that I bought from him too.
---John