In 1980, my father and I went out for the weekend in our new 1980 Midas Mini class C motorhome. On the drive home, we stopped at a rest stop for lunch, but dad forgot to put the folding steps back in. He backed up into a pole and bent the steps. They could not be folded back in, so we had to drive another two hours with them sticking out.
Everything went well until literally a block from our house a guy in a parked Toyota Celica opened his door as we were driving by. The steps caught his door and wrapped it forward until it was smashed against his front fender. The guy was jumping up and down as we drove away, not realizing we had to drive back around the block.
My father parked behind the Toyota waiting for a city police officer to arrive. My father was an L.A. Marshal, and pointed out to the officer the Toyota was parked in a red zone (curb was painted red all the way to the intersection). The guy in the Toyota was given a ticket and had to pay for our new steps, the damage to our door and some new decals.
The new steps were always put away promptly after that!
