Well, I'm the guy who wrecked the first Saturn car to accidentally get wrecked. Job #65. I was working on the engine/suspension/spaceframe marriage lines, and to get them to track properly, you have to run the line. Problem was that our sub (General Electric) who was contracted to do that part of the project could not get it working (it was their design, and their equipment). That's when I should have just backed off and insisted that they get their stuff working, but they had sent in three different engineers to the plant to do the startup, and the first two had got themselves thrown out (not by me, but they deserved it).
So it came down to me getting the thing running, and worse yet, the line was partially filled. No problem, I thought. I'll just run the conveyor until the jobs get back to where they were when I started. What I didn't realize was that for the part of the system where the car had no wheels on it, the screen guard was raised up by a few inches. When my first car got to that part of the system, it raised up on the carrier and rolled along with it just fine for about twenty feet of so. Then it hooked to the left and hit the side of the screen guard blowing out the pillow block on the drive (such a common occurrence with the Midwest drives at the time that at first I didn't think anything of it). I thought, "I'd better check...", and sure enough, job #65 was sitting rather ****eyed in the screen guard.
For what it's worth, the damage that *I* did to the car was minuscule. Maintenance getting it out of the screen guard is what destroyed it (I'm just a product of the public education system, but I would have jacked the car up and pulled the tires off and sent it through the system as normal).
And I am a proud member of the "Megawatt Club". It means something quite different if you look it up one the internet, but when I was an electrician in Colorado, it was awarded to any of the city utilities guys in Colorado Springs who (unintentionally) took out a megawatt (or more) of power (and lived to tell about it). You got your name on a plaque and everything!
I did that here in Tennessee, so no name on a plaque for me.
But I got to walk away from it...