Ahhhhhhh......the good old days!!! John and I ran a call on Washington St. in Sandusky on a night that looked a lot like that. We backed in a driveway, just off the street, there was a car dealership just 10' off the left rear corner of the coach.
The driver (me) would grab the trauma box (Plano 727 if I recall properly), John would grab the oxygen kit, we'd meet at the back of the coach. He had the door open and the gurney pulled back. I came around the corner, my foot slipped, and I "flung" my right arm around to catch myself. The box "flew" through a very large, very expensive plate glass window!!! Damn, were those folks pi$!!!!
Sweet memories of yesteryear, every time I see John he manages to mention that. My sons think it's funny as hell!!! I tell them, just wait, your day's coming!!!