Many years ago I lived in suburban Melbourne, in a rather hilly area. My next door neighbour had a steep driveway, with a just about level spot in front of his garage door.
One evening he arrived home from work, got out, slammed the driver's door, and watched in dismay as his new Alfa proceeded backwards, down the drive, across the (fortunately fairly quiet) road, mounted the kerb, through the paling fence opposite, to come to rest with the back wheels having just dropped over the edge of over-the-road's swimming pool, having been slowed enough in demolishing the fence. While not a write-off, it was certainly much the worse for wear! Handbrake left off (manual).
John
