Life's most embarrassing car moments

Not so much of an embarrassing car moment, more of an embarrassed passenger.

Back around '78 I was tooling around in a 68 GT Fastback Mustang that I had as a beater car, stuffed a 390 between the inner fenders and that car would rip it up.

Well, one night a good buddy and I were out doing our usual party prowling and picked up another friend who wanted to go with us. We drove out of town and got to a 4 way intersection in the middle of the Maine back woods which was a popular place to do donuts. So I lit the stang up and commenced to goin' round and round and round some more. It got to a point I couldn't see and had to stop as I knew there was a utility pole on one corner of the intersection and I wasn't exactly sure where I was at that point. When I stopped it took a minute for the smoke to clear and low and behold the pole was directly in front of the car hood. We picked up on a fairly familiar odor and I looked at Jim and he looked at me with puzzled looks on our faces. Hello, well the guy in the back seat was a nervous Nelly type and it seems as though he had, well, defecated in his britches. He requested we drop him off at home which we gladly obliged.