Back in 1984 I went with my brother up to the mountains to go skiing. We went in his car, which was a brown 1978 Ford Fairmont, with the skis put on top of the roof of the car. While driving up to the ski resort on the highway, we encountered a lot of icing on the road with incoming traffic constantly coming close to our car. At one point a car almost hit us and my brother gave the car a slight turn to the right to avoid collision and turned back to the left when the car had passed, but the turn was a bit too much because the car suddenly made a 360° left turn and stopped in the middle of the road. We were in shock but laughed out loud, because we knew we were lucky to be alive.
