The first time I was driving my dad's '81 Vette back from the dealership where it was for service, I got the tail out. Didn't mean to do it either. It had some bald, crap tires on it (who ever heard of Turbostar??) and I hit a slick patch right after it rained when I was going around a corner. I was barely even on the gas, I'm by no means a crazy driver (on public roads) but I broke the tail end loose quite a good amount. Put it nearly sideways and recovered. I remember when I got home (my dad was driving in front of me) my plan was to get out and run upstairs before my dad could kill me. Instead, when he got out he yelled down the driveway how cool that was and what a great recovery it was
