Reminds me of a story.
Dad's work hired a female dump truck driver. Not exactly a common species. She was apparently pretty capable and had big-rig experience, but was absolutely clueless on how to navigate off the pavement and ended up stuck frequently. Of course, south Alabama rednecks being the kinda folks they are, the other drivers and equipment operators loved to give her crap about how they had to stop what they were doing every time she got stuck.
Finally, she gets stuck one day and has watched enough folks help her that she knows what to do. She rocks that truck back and forth and cuts the wheels and gooses the gas a bit and, hey presto, she's headed back to the pit!
The next day she showed up to work and there's a great big set of truck balls on her rig. Only time I've ever through they made sense.