I saw this yesterday. Talking with the driver, he had just let a customer out of the car in front of the door; backing up to the curb is when this happened. He was very thankful he had been alone and traveling at a low speed.
To make matters worse for him, this was directly in front of Union Station in Kansas City – not exactly a low volume area with the trains, mail distribution center, museums, and related pedestrian traffic.
As my mind wandered, it formulated a question: What was your most embarrassing breakdown? For me, it was when the gas tank fell off my ’63 Ford Galaxie near the house of this girl I was rather sweet on at the time, although I did chronicle another one earlier today.
What was your most embarrassing breakdown?