[TerryH]

Not my proudest moment... circa 1980.

Driving home about midnight after an 18 hour day of work, school, and the local bar. On a road I traveled daily, limit is 50, very wide, and steep downgrade for half a mile....

...... when I picked up my head and opened my eyes, I was immediately struck by how glaringly bright everything was. In another nanosecond, I realized I was quickly approaching the rear of a huge white motor home that was now engulfing my windshield. I swung right and somehow missed the slow moving fortress, but now I was heading for the hills and telephone poles, literally. So I swung back left and that was it for any iota of control as my '70 Mach1 Mustang went into a 540 degree spin. I survived it, but my car door caught one of those 3 ft reflective posts and creased it as the car passed over it. My rubber figure 8's were etched on the road as reminder of my stupidity for many months.

I went from being dead tired, to almost dead, to not blinking the rest of the trip home. It was only luck that disaster didn't end my life or someone else's.