This was part bad truck, part idiot owner...
My old regular cab Chevy had a piece of plastic trim along the bottom of the rear that worked itself loose over time. It had detached from the spring clip that held it in place, and the clip itself was still in place in its' mounting hole. I decided to fix it and commenced to pulling on the clip with a pair of pliers. Seems that clip was really wedged in there and just didn't want to come out. So I did the only sensible thing
, and started pulling on it harder.
My right foot was on the ground outside the truck, my right leg folded & resting on the door sill, both hands squeezing the pliers and pulling on the clip with every bit of strength I could muster. The clip gave way and the collective mass of both my hands and the pointy ends of the plier grips began a very rapid and equally brief trip to the center of my forehead.
My backwards stumble began. The left leg was unable to clear the truck before it reached full extension and somehow became entagled in the seat frame. At the same time the right foot lost any semblance of traction it had on the pea graveled soil. The lower half now unable to compensate for the wild gyrations of the upper half...
I could hear the wind whistling by my head as I descended to the Earth's surface...
Landing flat on one's back produces the loveliest sounding "ttthwwummp"
I'm fairly certain the impact would've knocked the breath from me had I not expended all of the air in my lungs with the baboon-like screech I made as I penetrated the atmosphere during my re-entry.
Such fond memories...