I've seldom confessed this to anyone, but I just got my license in '78 and I begged to drive mom's friends Pinto, and he says ok, so I take off, maybe my 1st time of ever driving legally in the city, except this is winter, and Pintos don't handle that good I found out, or do they?
So, I head away from the house downhill past the high school, get on a flat four lane thankfully devoid of parked cars, and having slammed into low taking off from the light gunned it so hard it started fishtailing - probably just bad road maintenance, excessive crowning - and it really got out of control, I'm sure many of you had this happen in this short of time on your first solo drive in the city, but the car was fishtailing from curb to curb on a four lane, a wide one at that, posh neighborhood.
Well the car finally came to a halt on the wrong side of the road, and I had never hit any of the curbs, so the car wasn't fd up. I did the quick flow chart [wtf did you just do, does anybody know, etc] and then I drove back real careful and didn't say a thing to actually really good friend Russel S. RIP about what had just happened, but I should have, like "Be careful driving that car";[]
That was probably the 1st time I started believing in guardian angels, and I still do.
In retrospect I can see that I handled the car supremely well because I never did pirhouettes in the road like later on many occasions in a variety of vehicles. A lot of ice here in the winters. Always came to rest softly having missed any and all parked cars.