My friend has always been (and it seems always will be) an insane driver. He would regularly pull the kind of stunt Wild described, except he would be going 120mph while doing it (193 kph). So anyway, he had just got an immaculate 1980 Toyota Supra, The guy he had bought it from had a penchant for pimping out his cars, so the car had, the most beautiful paint job you've ever seen, some nice racing tires, awesome rims, and twin turbo's. This car looked like sex on wheels, and could out race probably every other car in my city. So on to the story, here I am sitting in this car with my friend a few days after he had just gotten it driving around like a maniac. Going easily over 100mph through traffic, cutting people off, passing them on the shoulders, every kind of dumb!@#$%^&*ery a teenager with a fast car can do. Were driving on this main street, and he thinks he saw a police car on the other way, so he goes "Oh crap dude, I gotta try and hide!" Proceeding to make an almost immediate right turn at somehere over 100mph. The car sliiiiiides, spins, and fishtails for the next 40 seconds (probably 10-20, but it felt like 5 minutes) or so. Somehow we end up not hitting 1) another car 2) any street signs 3) the curb or 4) the fence on the other side of the road. We end up parking by target (which was on this street) getting out of the car, and just trying to breathe again (and to avoid the police.) Not the scariest moment of my life, but if you know anything my history with cars, you'd appreciate why this would be so bad. (and no, I don't want to recall the scariest scariest moment, it's not something I like to think about.)