When I came around that turn and saw those breaklights go fire-engire red. I just knew I was in trouble. We were all going about 75. Their breaks were just better than mine. I had three thoughts:

1. I don't feel like getting into an accident today.
2. I have room to my right.
3. I have my seatbelt on.

And that was all it took. Next thing I know I feel like I'm driving on a slip and slide, and counter-stearing like a mofo. I heard the car in front of me hit the car in front of him. I was fish tailing wide right, and I was about a foot away from broadsiding a little toyoto pick up, so I dropped the clutch, which was enough to miss the pickup by an inch or so. But then I was really out of control, and was heading right for the tail of a station wagon. So I breaked and cranked it left. And then after few smaller squeeks and skids, the ride came too a full and complete stop. And the little fender bender was straight back 100 feet or so, And I was staring into the eyes of a driver of a Ford Explorer, and 3 full lanes of traffic had stopped.

You haven't lived till you are in your car facing south on the northbound lanes of I-5 staring into three lanes full of wide-eyed oncomming drivers. It's a good day. A couple 180s on a major interstate is just...so action movie.

No contact, no foul.

It was glorious. Truly glorious. I pulled a U-ey, and went on like nothing had happened. The smell of burnt rubber high in the air.