I once had the humbling experience of driving and
parking a Bluebird motor coach as a favour to a fellow campground member of 'limited motoring means.'
Everyone had 'mucha fe' in me. Many knew of my ATP qualifications (and current job) and almost everyone on scene was aware of my perfectionist nature. It was a sunny day and I had a good 'ground' crew. Piece of cake.
While the damage was limited to (and I kid you not) 2 plastic pink flamingos and some serious scratches on the rear wheel opening of the rig, I can tell you that my big-rig driving ego has yet to fully recover since then. Friends, witnesses and my very own Mrs VAP are no help.
I now have more respect for any old-timer behind the wheel of a large conveyance when observed to be sans dents or dangling plastic birds.
