I'm thinking of your finest moment/minute/hour/experience/manuver, something you did behind the wheel which validates you a a good or even brilliant driver. Share your stories!

For me, it was (I think) the winter of 1990/91. We were living way out in the country, about a mile off the nearest pavement, a county two-lane blacktop. Before Christmas, there was a major sleet storm, and everyting was covered with the little white pellets. That night they froze, and EVERYTHING was covered with what could have passed for milk glass. Every day for what seemed like weeks, the surface thawed, and we had to drive on WET ICE until we reached the county highway, which had been quickly cleared. Between the house and ZZ highway was one curve, one corner, and three or four hills. The curve and corner were doable, just took them slow, but the hills took some technique. Past the corner, I repeatedly locked the brakes, felt the car begin to slip, got off the brakes, felt the car take hold again, locked...etc, as the car went downhill. That kept the speed down. About two-thirds down to the bottom, I got on the gas, swooped up the next hill, and eased up about a third of the way from the top, so the car barely slid over the crest of the hill. You get the idea - it was like "lather, rinse, repeat, lather, rinse, repeat" until I reached ZZ. I did this day after day and never went in the ditch or lost control. If you're wondering what kind of car I did this in, it was [even including my Saabs and Acura] more like an extension of my body than any other - out on the road, we were one. A 1974 AMC Matador Coupe - rear wheel drive - so-so tires. That was my finest "moment" as a driver...

Anybody else??

Laz