I'm coming back to the car with some of my family after some time in the woods or in a park. The hill slopes upward to where the cars are parked along the side.

Keta's dog Bodie is running behind her family, and seemingly not very scared of the cars. That concerns me somewhat.

I get into my Subaru, in a gravel mini-lot across the road, and start backing out and turning around. The car goes backward instead of forward a little, coming very close to a car behind. I complain with some exasperation to whoever is in the car with me about its behavior. Demonstrating, I stop the car in one spot, but all four wheels grind the gravel, inching forward outside my control.