In 1965, a truck driver found himself without brakes, coming down a steep decline in the city of Scranton, Pennsylvania. He managed to avoid great catastrophe, narrowly missing a gas station and numerous bystanders as he careened out of control, but that driver lost his life in resulting crash at the bottom of the hill. His story might have been lost to the sands of time, if not for his cargo: bananas. Harry Chapin took the tragic accident and turned it into a song of combined levity and tragedy.
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