After a long weekend at the Springs, we were leaving for home on a Monday night at about 9:00 PM, and stopped at the office to drop off the space rent check. I was in my Astro van with the bitches (wif, Daughter, step daughter) pulling the boat, and my Bro was in his MANUAL TRANSMISSION Ford Ranger, loaded down pulling his jet ski. If you know the Springs lay out, as you come down from the park and stop at the office, it's about 150 yards of a gradually sloped parking lot that ends into the side of a mountain. I was leading and stopped, after he got out and started towards the office, I noticed his truck rolling. I yelled at Rolls, and dropped the van in gear to try and catch his rig. I actually didn't care about his rig, I was afraid for my Lab.
Well, towing the boat, I didn't take off very fast, so I threw it in park, and took off running for it.
I got to the passenger side door and got it open, and there was my pooch, sitting on the seat behind the wheel. I thought about diving in and hitting the brake with my hand, but then realized the rock wall was 10 yards away, so I slammed the door, and watched the impact. The dog ended up to be fine, but with the loaded bed, and the trailer pushing, the crash bent the frame between the cab, and the bed.
He drove home that night with the headlights pointing down to the ground.