Woah. Had a close call today. I was on Pioneer trail going through Eden Prairie, and there's a spot where you come up over a crest, then the road goes down hill with a left about 30 yards away at the bottom. Well I go over the crest, slow down for the turn, and the car goes straight. Did I mention there's a guard rail on the outside of this corner. It doesn't look like I'm going to make the turn or slow down enough to not hit the guard rail and I panic. Then I quickly settle down, crank the wheel to the left, feather the gas, and I powerslide through it. This all happened in about 5 seconds at 35 - 40 mph. I never really got too close to the guardrail, I just barely got onto the shoulder. But it's that realization when the cars going somewhere you don't want it to, or it's not doing what you tell it to, and you get that image that flashes through you're mind of you standing next to your car with a wrinkled fender and a broken headlight that kind of gets your heart rate going. And you wonder how you're going to explain it to your insurance agent. Then instinct takes over, and you either do the right thing and keep driving, or get it wrong, and wait for tow truck. I got it right this time.
Moral of the story... Playing in snow covered parking lots is good for your wallet.
