Not exactly what you asked for, but sort of similar—

My college roommate, George, belonged to a family that owned a summer home on an island in Lake of the Woods, Ontario. Every year of his life, he had spent the summer there. At the end of one school year, he was quite eager to get there (he also had a girlfriend in Kenora) so he prepared to drive up there for the first time alone, driving the family station wagon and towing a boat. It's about 800 miles from Chicago, but he was determined to make it in one day. On the last leg of the journey, late at night on a lonely road between International Falls, Minnesota, and Kenora, Ontario, he fell asleep at the wheel and drove off the road. Miraculously, he was unhurt, but both the car and the boat were totaled. He got out, surveyed the damage, and determined that the car wasn't drivable. He looked around and saw that there was nothing but woods and lakes for miles around, no way to call for help, and it was pointless to try to hitchhike since there was no other traffic that time of night. What else could he do? He crawled back in the car and went to sleep!

In the morning he was awakened from a sound sleep by a truck driver rapping frantically on the car window, hoping he wasn't dead!