A buddy of mine worked out ant the race track
around 2010 or so and one day asked if I could help him move an old fire truck from the infield to the parking lot. I think the owner said he could have it if he'd haul it off or sold it to him cheap and he was going to make a bbq rig out of it. It didn't run but the tires were ok.
Anyway I went out to help and somehow I became designated the firetruck "driver". There was a steep tunnel to go from where the truck was to where we needed it to be, so the plan was for my buddy to push me with a tractor down the ramp in hopes that I'd build enough speed to make it up the other side. If not I'd hit the brakes and he'd come push me up the rest of the way. Of course we didn't do any further planning and decided to give it a go.
He built up some speed for me getting to the down ramp/tunnel, and on my way down I quickly realized that the tunnel was just wide enough to get the dang truck through, much less with zero power steering. Aside from my white knuckles though, all was going well. I shot through the tunnel without hitting or scraping, came out the other side, and started the climb.
This is where additional planning might have helped. I made it most of the way up before running out of steam and realized I'd need to hit the brakes so my buddy could push me up the rest of the way. Only problem was, in addition to not running or having power steering, the brakes that we had definitely not tested were also totally ineffective. In about half a second I realized I was going back down, this time in reverse at uncontrolled speed, also without rear view mirrors properly adjusted for such a maneuver. Somehow I managed to make it back through the tunnel without smashing anything up and my buddy was able to catch me with the tractor and push the firetruck up through the tunnel for a third time.
We got it out to the parking lot after that and I don't believe I ever heard what became of that truck. I think the only person cussing louder than me in that adventure was another buddy riding shotgun in the firetruck who had even less control than I did. Good times!