Well I suppose this is a story of learning, luck, and how I got the hook-ups to join a car club<-- Which pretty much means jack cause I live in ND. Car clubs don't mean squat.
Back when I had my contour I'd cruise Main street a bit. Well about 2AMish I pull alongside a truck and we pipe each other. We hit a streak of green lights so we're going about 80 to 90 when we get close to the next light. Starts turning red and I think I have the time to make it through. But about 50 yards to the light I realize I gotta cut it short. Step on the brakes and they instantly lock up. So I'm sliding at about 40mph when I get to the light. How am I going to stop myself? Oh, of course the E-brake! I bloody take this corner at 40mph and luckily my car sticks to the ground as I'm e-braking around this corner. Pull it off to a T. Lucky I didn't break loose and start rolling into the resturaunt across the street.
Most definately the dumbest thing I've ever done in a car. Looking back, if any small rock, pothole, slick surface woulda been in my way....they would have been serving fried leg of Josh for lunch that afternoon.