Back in college there was a shortcut to campus that was partially a dirt road. It was a fine dirt road, nicely graded, very wide with a big sweeping left turn in the middle. I used to some of my best rally type driving on that turn in a '72 240z. Come in fast, tap the brake, crank the wheel over and hard on the gas, and slide it around. John Buffum would have been proud.

Well one time I got on the gas a little too much and slide the rear end around too far. No problem I just started to spin the car into a couple of donoughts and figured I'd line up and come out fine. So I'm spining the car around, kicking up a big circle of dust, having a ball, can't see where I'm going and drive out of through the dust to where I thought the road was.

Unfortunatly I misjudged by about 30 degrees and when I came out of the dust bowl ran straight into a telephone pole.

Bent sheetmetal and crushed ego.

and then there was the time....