Embarrassing moments in Supercars?

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I've had a few, this morning's was pretty good though.

I'm off work today so went down the shop to get a paper, I'm going to the gym later so stuck some Reebok trousers on with the elasticated pull string thing on.
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I pull up outside the shops and throw the door up to get out.
Anyone with the upwards opening doors will know that although you get used to them pretty quickly there is a certain balancing point that you have to master when getting out so you can do it in one smooth movement, for a split second you're just sort of teetering there but then it all comes together and you're upright.

A bloke has pulled up a little way away and is walking over very purposefully so I know he is going to make a cheery comment (which is very common). Just as I'm swinging out of the car and starting to straighten he goes "I said to the wife, how about you doing a straight swap for my car!" He's got a nice big smile and I always make an effort with this stuff so I'm about to give my usual retort to this comment ("Ha ha, that's how I got it in the first place mate!") when I feel a strange twisting. I get as far as "Ha ha, that's..." and suddenly I'm yanked back into the car and land sprawled across the centre bit with my legs dangling out of the door.
The bloody stretchy thing has wrapped around the seat belt clip and I've bounced up so quick it's just pulled me back in!

Bloke says "You alright?" I try to laugh it off as I contort about desperately trying to unravel the bloody thing!

Not my coolest moment.

I'll also throw this one in from a road trip thread I did a couple of years ago, apologies if you've already seen it.

Driving to Paris I pulled into a service station, was really tired and needed feeding and watering. Pulled up at the pump and grabbed an empty water bottle and some bits of old hotel paperwork from the passenger seat, jumped out and stuff the rubbish into the bin adjacent to the pump. It was one of those tall boxey type things with a little flap you push open and the rubbish drops right down inside.

Stuck about a hundred euros of juice in and the car is already starting to attract attention. There was one of those service station restaurants next to the pump I was at and a few people standing outside smoking started taking pics and smiling.

I finish filling up, and start patting my pockets. No wallet.
Look all around the car. No wallet. I'm starting to get a little concerned, I know it was in the car, I remember throwing it on the passenger...

Oh sh!t!

I go to the rubbish bin with a sinking heart, the flap is like a letterbox, it's about 4 inches wide and about three feet above where the actual bin must be. I know I have thrown my wallet in there. I slide in my arm but can't reach down far enough.

Right, don't panic, simple. I'll go into the pay bit and get the key to open the access panel or the bin.
The place is packed, I eventually get to the lady who has no English, I look around the whole place asking her "English?"
"Non"

I'm trying to mime opening the bin with a key but people in the queue are getting impatient and she's very busy.
I walk back out without paying and she calls something after me and I'm going "No problem, soon, soon".
I'm starting to get that sick feeling.

Outside the group of people round by the car has grown and there's another car waiting behind me for them pump.

Nothing else for it, I take off my jacket and get my hand as far into the bin as possible, to surprised looks from the bystanders. I flail about and manage to catch the corner of the bin bag, lifting it up I have to shove my other arm in too to fish about in the crap.

Crowd is growing, people are calling over their friends.

I can't feel the wallet anywhere so I have to start pulling the rubbish out through the flap a bit at a time and dropping it in a little pile on the forecourt in front of the car, half eaten sandwiches, rotten fruit and all types of slimy, smelly crap.

The locals are now laughing and nudging each other, surprised by this English lunatic who has pulled up in his Lamboghini and is now apparently digging around for food in the dustbins.

I find the wallet, it's virtually the last thing in there, I drop it to the side and then have to pick up all the crap from the floor and put it back in the bin. My right arm is now covered in crap and I've got nothing to wipe it with, I just want to get away from this bloody bin now so I go in, pay by fumbling with the wallet with my left hand only.

Get back in the car and I'm desperate to get in the little car park and go in and wash he crap off. I pull away and in my abject embarrassment at driving passed the (now large) assembled crowd I take the wrong turn, go straight up the slip road and I'm back on the fking motorway!

I now have to drive 40K to the next station with my left hand only while holding the stinking right arm up trying not to touch anything.

Idiot.

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I went to view a Ferrari some years ago at a well known independent dealer. The guy working in there had been parachuted in at the last second because the owner had rushed off for an emergency, he had told him I was coming and which car I was interested in.

We went into the showroom and he jumped in and put the keys in the ignition while I stood next to the car. I had been a Porsche man before this and had never even been in a Ferrari and it was quite apparent that he didn't have the foggiest idea what he was doing.

He turned the key, nothing happened, just a click.

He tried this many more times and was terribly embarrassed that he couldn't even start the car I had driven 150 miles to see. He got more and more flustered, tried ringing the owner but couldn't get him, kept jumping in and out of the car and rattling the keys.
After about 20 minutes of this it hit me that there was a Start Button. Turned the key, pressed the button and she roared into life!
I felt a bit silly but he was absolutely mortified.

I didn't buy the car.

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Just remembered one from about 10 years ago.

I had an F430 and was sitting at a set of lights minding my own business waiting to turn left, no other traffic around at all. A warning light of some description came on (as they are wont to do on the Italian Stallions!) and the best way to check if it was an actual problem or just a false flag is to stop the engine and just start up again, nine out of ten times it would clear. When you start an F430 it does a quick high rev thing which has nothing to do with any driver input. As it did this I noticed a bloke walking past start giving me the coffee beans sign!

I'm not powerfully built or anything but it just annoyed me so I pulled around the corner, stopped and got out.
I said "Why are you giving me the wker sign mate?"
He says "Cos you are a wker mate, you're sitting there revving your car up just cos I was walking past"

I was momentarily torn between just driving off or kicking him in the balls but I gathered myself and said "Listen".

I then leaned over into the car, started it and naturally it revved up.

Got to give it to him, his face lit up and he said "That's really cool that is! Sorry about that!"

I said no problem and carried on my way. Could have worked out a lot worse I suppose!