
Originally Posted by
EWG
Not long after I had gotten my license, maybe winter of my junior year in high school, I’m driving a car full of friends to some raging party. Snow covered streets, big snow banks, street parking. I’m in a big ole rear wheel drive car. We drive past, music blaring, windows open despite the 25 degree air, tryin to look cool. Too fast, slightly downhill. I go to make a right turn into a neighboring street to park.
I still have no idea what I did to make all this happen. We used to go to parking lots and practice spins - “rinkies” we called them. But this didn’t feel like that.
Anyway, somehow I over gassed the rear wheels, over then under steered, then hit the brakes at the same time, and I’m sliding downhill in the middle of the street sideways, totally out of control. Windows open, music pumping all the way up, and now everyone out in front of the house, drunk as hell on shit beer, is watching and pointing at this boat of a car tobogganing down the street out of control.
So again, new driver, panicked and confused in his parent’s car, I slam on the gas instead of the brakes and the car starts spinning more, the end slowly comes around and now I’m pointing uphill and sliding backwards, and I’m just being taken for a ride. No control at all.
But the gas turning the wheels while pointing uphill has slowed everything, and a natural bank to the road carried me slowly right in the 4 wheel skid. I literally simply jack on the brakes and just wait to see how many years I’ll be grounded. With my windows open. And the tape deck turned up to 11. With a car full of guys who, seconds earlier, were attempting to look cool.
The fucking car is slowing down, and as the thing does it hits the only damn open spot in the parallel parking lane for a 100 yards. I was a newish driver and I’m pretty sure I couldn’t have 6 point parked into this fucking spot. Probably only 8 feet bigger than the car. But the beast slides right into the damn thing like it was born to be there. Just a slight bounce off the snow bank.
When I say it ended up perfectly in the spot, I mean perfect. Dead straight, equally spaced, fucking drivers ed teacher couldn’t have done better. Meanwhile, I had forgotten, but 30-40 kids on the front porch were watching me death slide down this super narrow street sideways, beers in hand, and watch me lay that thing dead nuts into the parking spot. Car stops and the place fucking erupts. Erupts. Stunned that didn’t bring the cops. They had just watched some junior take a car down a narrow double parked street, put it into a 20 mph 180 degree skid for 40 yards and finish by sliding that fucker into the only free spot on the street. With the windows open and the music blaring. Looking cool as the duke. As far as they knew, I did that shit on purpose. I did not disabuse them of that opinion.
I was a fucking king that night. Was awesome. Till the cops showed up a couple hours later.
In any case, I decided that if I did it once I could do it again. Took two years, but I eventually got good enough to do it most of the time. Admittedly, under more controlled conditions and at lower speeds. Huge downside risk though.
Regardless, that was a kick ass moment in time.
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