
After a torrid 7 hour slog at work (

Before the crest of a bridge, only a small hump back one, I must have squeezed the throttle or turned into a little too sharply (could have been black ice but safer to assume pilot error). I could feel the front end grip 'go' immediately and thus, at 30ish mph, I had to apply quite a lot of lock to correct our jaunty angle. We were now quite merrily tank slapping our way up and over the bridge which was fun. Enough lock applied in both directions to mean it was quicker to spin the wheel, let go and grab it again when you thought it was about right. Once the other side of the bridge the car settled momentarily before skewing off in a slide again. We had already travelled about 60 yards wagging the 1800kg Volvo's tail. Tan and I were silent throughout. Part of me was delighted I hadn't already crashed. Part of me was well aware that we were still sliding side to side and approaching a notorious bend. Awesome!!
Nothing for it but to really try to feel the steering and I also started to cadence brake in a bid to get more grip over the front tyres. I'm not really sure how, but it worked. 110 yards in total before we regained control and both started to laugh so hard. It was such a buzz. I can honestly say that the little bit of skidding at Norfolk Arena put me in good stead. I didn't freeze or panic like I would have done. I suppose I had experienced similar slides before and at a unconscious level, I knew what to do.
More luck than judgement I think but I wish I had it on camera all the same.
By the way, Tan thinks I'm a legend now

Go careful guys and remember, drift=good
