Which one...? Let's see...
* I let a 13-year old drive my car, She succeeded in cleaning out two ditches, totally my car, creasing my skull, and giving me 28 stitches.
* Driving home from work after having to close, about 3 in the morning, I nodded off driving down the highway and missed my turn. No problem, I will get it on the other end. Missed that one too. I stopped at a store and started to go back. the store sits caddy-corner of the cut-across... you go about 50 feet back up the highway to get to it. Well, I missed that. So I drive about a half mile on the wrong sie of the highway and turn.
A car turns in behind me and brightlights me. I am driving a '70 Plymouth Satellite that had been an unmarked cruiser in Virginia, so I stomp it and leave the idiot. I barrel up this country road, but I have to slow down to turn up the road I live on. By now, dude catches back up to me, but he has the blues on this time. I put it in park. The deputy had to reach in and wake me up.
he let me go, seeing as I was asleep.
* Same highway, same car, a few months later. I am doing, oh, 95 and zip past a county car waiting to pull out. he is in the hollow between two hills. I never let off the gas, and even punched it. Once I topped the hill, I locked it up and shot down a side road. After about two-thirds of a mile I whip into a driveway and park beside a pop-up camper and wait. Barney Fife finally crawls by (it's dusky dark by then). I give him a couple of minutes, and then hightail it home.
* Doing donuts in the outfield of a local (now defunct) softball field. Just me and eight close friends in a '73 two-door Maverick. It was all fun and giggles until Brad threw up on Bucky, then it was hilarious.
All that before I turned 18.