the Jerry Lewis moment

For the immediate I was traumatized, distraught, devastated. It was not funny until a few weeks later.It's still rather embarrassing to tell, but if we all don't share moments like these, where does our mirth sharing begin?

I went to the AutoZone for the daily supply of oil and yet another attempt to resolve the altenator/selenoid problem. The car was parked with the engine facing the store, and I popped the hood, putting in the daily quart, and for reasons I no longer remember, I used a wrench on the selenoid to start the engine. It started. That's when it happened. At first it was one of those surreal moments you're not really sure you're seeing what you're seeing. The car began to roll away from me. When I realized it wasn't just rolling away but moving with speed and power, I ran after it. I couldn't get the door open to jump in and hit the brake. I thought about diving head first through the window and mashing the brake with my hand but thought ahead (in the lightning moment) to the impact and how it would injure my back with me hanging out of the window. So I chased and screamed, flailing my arms like Jerry Lewis. The Mustang didn't just moved backwards in a straight line, it curved around to the right. It missed the shiny new Lexus and collided with an old '67 Ford pickup truck. But the pickup didn't stop the Mustang. The Mustang, still in it's maniacal serpentine, grated itself on the edge of the steel bumper of the truck from the right rear wheel well to the front right. The entire right side panel was destroyed, yet the window was intact. It hung itself up long enough for me to reach in and turn off the ignition. Hyperventilating and I'm sure babbling incoherencies and waving my arms up and down like I was trying to fly away, I circled the carnage. One guy came over and with great awe in his voice exclaimed, "whoa.....look at all that bondo..." which was strewn across the parking lot. Remember the pickup truck? The guy who owned it was sitting in the driver's seat. I staggered over to the left side window, and he just looked at me for what seemed an eternity. He rolled down the window, and said, 'what happened?' I'm sure I made no sense at all as by now I was sobbing in fear. I was sure he was going to jump out of his truck and scream at me and possibly try to beat me silly for what happened. He didn't. He slowly got out of his truck, said he'd just been sitting there eating his lunch and felt a bump, what was that anyway? We surveyed the damage, and amazingly, although the whole right side of the Mustang was smashed in, looking like it was t-boned, there was only a 1/4 inch splash of blue paint on the truck's bumper, the bumper completely level and intact.