If we can include motorbike ones......Many, many years ago, I was on my way to work aboard my trusty GS500 commuter (what a bike!!!)
At the end of our road was a bus stop which, at this time of day, was always surrounded by lovely young ladies on their way to work. Naturally, what they all needed to brighten their dull Monday morning commute (in my head, at least) was an alpha male on a motorbike to hack past at light speed; all leather and dark visored.
On this particular morning, something possessed me to give it a big handfull (which was odd, given the slick, dew covered road surface). Chin on the tank, throttle on the stop, I approached the bus stop and then - bang - she ran out of fuel.
The sudden death of the engine in a relatively low gear on a slippery road locked the back wheel solid. I passed the bus stop with the bike slewing every which way, feet flying off the pegs and me screaming in my lid.
The final indignity - I had to push the bike back past the bus stop - with the aforementioned lovely ladies all trying their best not to make it too obvious that they were all pissing themselves!!!
On the bright side, at least it probably did brighten their day!!!