It was a dark and stormy night. (No, really, it was) I was driving home in a rented VW bug because mine was getting a new front end. Now, it was a long time ago, so I don't remember if it was after I'd gotten robbed at knifepoint at work and had my stereo stolen soon after, or before those two, but....
The road bent just a bit. Being it was raining and very late, I didn't dare go fast. Didn't matter....the car didn't follow the bend. Instead, it went straight. I tried to steer, but it wouldn't do anything. A gasoline tanker was heading the same way. Missed hitting him. The car then fishtailed and began to spin. It was at this point that I let go of the wheel, said "Fuck it" and decided to take my fate. I knew I was about to die.
I didn't
Still spinning, the car went up the median, back down and came to rest facing its correct way, albeit a bit askew. I snapped out of my stunness of being alive, felt around myself and stepped out of the car into the rain. It felt damned good.