I've done more than one stupid thing in my life. Some of them involve alcohol; some of them involve driving; some of them, I admit, involve both.
I'm known for taking chances and driving in snowstorms when sane people stay home. Three years ago, the day after Christmas, I was headed in to work when I skidded out on the interstate, did a 180, and hit a guard rail. Smashed up the car pretty good, but I walked away without a scratch, and didn't hit anyone else. (My insurance considers you a good driver if no accidents in 3 years, so my good-driver discount comes back next month!
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Two years ago, I had the brilliant idea of driving from Boston to western Connecticut in the middle of a snowstorm. The snow wasn't really sticking to the pavement yet when I set out. So I was going along at maybe 50, with people doing 70+ whipping by me, when I suddenly saw an array of about 40 cars in front of me - 4 or 5 car pile-ups, cars that were spun out, cars in ditches on both the median and right side of the highway, etc. I hit the brakes and lost control of my own car. ABS? BS.
Thankfully I didn't hit anyone or anything, got the car under control, navigated through the pile-ups, and continued on... at about 20, in the right lane, shaking like a leaf. But I got home. And then had a stiff drink.
For the record, in both of these cases, I was sober. Also, on both occasions, I was driving my husband's car. I think it doesn't like me.