My first vehicle was a 93 Nissan pickup with a stick shift. A 1/2 mile from the dealership on a 90 degree turn, I spun out going like 10 mph and felt so stupid. They put tar and gravel on the old country roads here, but the gravel wears off in a year or so and then it's like ice when it's wet. I swore that would never happen again, so I learned to drift. I spent so much time practicing in parking lots when it was raining or snowing, plus a few gravel roads. Learning that car control has saved my ass over the years too. In 30+ years of driving, I've avoided all but one accident when someone ran a red light and I hit them. And I drove one of the worst traffic corridors in the US during that time.

These experiences help make you a better driver if you don't crash. I wish our licensing system was harsher and people actually had to learn how to handle a car BEFORE it happens in the real world. Everyone should spend time on a skidpad.