Story One
Whenever there's a proper amount of snow on the road and I happen to be driving, damn near every time. The last time I was in bad snow I was heading north on 35E, heading back home. As I moving along this Jeep Grand Cherokee is coming up the onramp pretty fast (obviously the idiot didn't realize how bad things were on the sidestreets), and it attempts to move quickly across three lanes of traffic over to the fast lane (which wasn't moving fast in the first place). Sure as shit, the instant the driver turns the wheel it loses the rear wheels, fishtails right, hard fishtail left (it is now criss-cross with the center and left lanes). And instead of coasting or pumping the breaks their foot slips, hits the accelerator and it takes a plunge into the (severely downgraded) ditch.
Lucky. Had he/she waited to move over just another fifty or so yards he/she would've experienced a 100 foot drop off the expansion section of 35E. Knowing he/she plunged right in front of the city's main bus terminal, I figured he/she would be alright and so I kept on trunkin' (with a slight chuckle at the display of idiocy).
Thank goodness I've had defensive driving.
Of course, some people just can't drive in snowy conditions.
Story Two
I'm heading home from a T'Wolves game back in 99'. I took the side streets out of the city because it was nice out. As I'm driving down this popular stretch of blocks (clubs, dance spots, restaurants, etc) I come to stop at this red light. I'm sitting there watching many fine ladies walk into the dance spot. Now, you have to understand this cross-section is open to six ways of traffic and it closes from three lanes to two lanes right at the intersection I was sitting at. Anyway, along comes this custom build (right outta Fast and the Furious, I shit you not) and as they pass in front of me the passenger and the driver are noticing what I'm noticing, and proceed to "holla" at the fine ladies entering the dance stop. Problem is, the driver took his eyes off the road and failed to notice that his lane was ending (the following block is marked for metered parking).
Yup, sure enough he runs right into the backend of a fairly nice BMW M3. At least the guy was in a cruise (15-20mph) because the damage wasn't serious enough to stop the custom. That's right, he backed up and drove off; didn't leave any insurance #, no contact info, nothing. I should've followed and got a plate #, but I didn't think enough to do that then.