I figure I almost did that once… I was driving a minivan with a column shifter down a back alley with two icy ruts. For whatever reason, I got out with it running and immediately slipped in to the driver-side rut. I think I grabbed the steering wheel, but had I gotten the shifter instead, I could conceivably have pulled that stunt myself.
It wasn’t that bad; just needed a rim shot perhaps.
Listening to the scanner last winter, I hear our new undersheriff report that it was extrememly slick with black ice and there was a semi chaining up on the highway and he was going to assist. He backed up to a bend in the road, turned on his emergency lights and headed out to help.
Thirty seconds later there was a very muffled but obviously frantic cry for help as someone had hit him and he was in the ditch, under the car! The dispatcher kept him talking while scrambling help to his remote location. He was understandably freaked out, couldn’t tell how badly hurt he was or anything, so he was making suggestions like getting Life-Flight going from 150 miles away, asking the dispatcher to tell his wife he loved her and stuff.
Couple minutes later a puzzled truck driver came on the police radio saying that there was a sheriff’s blazer in the ditch with it’s lights on but no officer to be seen anywhere.
Between the muffled response from below and the dispatcher’s advice he finally realized what had happened and was able to dig him out, pretty beat up, but not seriously injured.
I guess the sheriff’s office developed a new policy manual and class for any new officers starting here from sunnier climates and the undersheriff is responsible for teaching the class.
And, even better, a bunch of people merrily joining in to help.
Speaking of which - why not get him (or perhaps one of his loving children) one of those little battery-powered trucks to drive this Christmas? If the Big Boy truck is a little too much to handle, maybe he needs a smaller one to practice with…