I used to work a job that had 12 hour shifts ending at 5 am. My girlfriend at the time was not a stripper (because strippers have some level of class, she was...never mind, that's kind of spoilaz). But we'd decided to take a six hour drive to my parents' house right after I got out of work. I had been up since 8 am, since I also took a few college classes. She'd been asleep since 10 pm, so clearly the wise decision was that I drive and she nap in the passenger seat.
I drove a Honda CR-X at the time, which is half of a Civic. That becomes important.
So, it was a blizzard, of course. The freeway was down to one lane. Ahead of me, a semi was going way slower than they needed to, but the passing lane was not plowed. Eventually, I got to a spot where it was plowed, so I went to pass.
It was plowed, alright, but it was also coated with ice. My car slid so I was looking at the semi. I corrected. Now I was facing a concrete abutment. Turn. Semi. Turn. Abutment. Turn. Semi. Turn. Abutment. In half a Civic. Eventually, I got the car under control and stopped it to catch my breath. Girlfriend wakes up.
"Are we in the ditch?" shes asks annoyingly.
I almost made her get out of the car.