I'll play it safe and tell one on the ex-wife instead. We lived on top of a somewhat steep hill and I always parked my truck facing down the drive. I took her car to work one day to do some work on it, she was going to drive my truck. Shortly, I got a phone call at work from her asking how to release the parking brake. (she had only driven the truck a couple times) As I'm explaining to her where to find it, I hear her fumbling around and finally she said "there it is", I hear the noise of it releasing... the next thing I hear is her screaming bloody murder and getting further away from the phone. I couldn't get a response so, scared out of my mind, I raced the mile and a half home to find her crying, sitting on the tailgate of my truck... in the ditch across the road from my house. She had put the truck in drive and little did I know she had stepped out of the truck to look for the parking brake release. She had held onto the door all the way down the drive, across the road, and into the ditch. Her legs were black and purple for weeks after.