30 some years ago, I had worked all night in the Boston Garden, and was traveling home
at 6am. Crossing the Mystic River bridge, I thought I had to pass gas, but it wasn't gas,
and I filled my pants right on top of the bridge. I thought I would pull over after I got
about 20 mile up the road from boston, and could get a little privacy. That didn't happen.
After I got 20 miles, it didn't bother me too much so I just kept driving until I got home
to Maine, then cleaned things up. Good thing I didn't have a passenger.
I also had another bad experience, my grammar school class went to Augusta, and the
entire class was to go in an meet the governor. Same thing happened, it wasn't gas.
Governor Muskie, almost had to hold his nose with one had while he shook hands with
me. I had to ride home with my teacher and his wife. 80 mile, and they never talked.