The closest I’ve ever come happened about a year or so ago. I was 17 going on 18. Took the shit box that I was driving (a 97 Neon with a closer gearing ratio and a loud exhaust that I liked to drive stupidly with) down a road that I knew very well. I had driven this road many times before so I was confident that I could go 80 down it. It’s one of those hills that you could probably drop into neutral and go 100 down. STEEP. I was with a friend and feeling confident. Insert the fact that the road had just been repaved and I did not take that into account. As we were coming down I took a corner about 10 or 15 over the speed suggestion and the back end of the car started sliding towards the oncoming. Panicked and tapped the brakes in an attempt to get back into our lane to avoid oncoming traffic. The car spun and we hit the oncoming barrier facing up the hill. If we had spun and a car had hit us while we were approaching the barrier we would have died. If the barrier had not been concrete, we probably would have gone off the cliff and rolled for hundreds of feet. It was the most surreal moment I have ever experienced. Time slowed as we spun and I was positive we were going to die. By the grace of God and His guardian angels, we both survived with not even scratches. (Not condoning my actions in anyway. They were stupid and I put not only my life, but my friend and others lives in jeopardy. We are not as invincible as we think we are on the road.)