I was driving south on I-45, bringing my brother to visit from Dallas, and the roads were icy. I spun off the road twice, one time we spun completely around and faced back towards traffic. Then I nearly got run off a bridge by a truck a few minutes later.
I dunno how crazy it is, but I used to go driving nearly every weekend without any idea where I was going or where I'd end up. One time I went East on Texas Highway 21, and at some point I looked at the map and realized that I was near Farm Road 1. I had driven on Farm Roads 2, 3, 4, and 5 I think, but never on 1. It's actually quite long for a Farm Road, but I drove the entire length of it, it both starts and ends on Highway 21. When I got to the end and had to turn on 21 again, I was going to turn right and head back West towards home when I saw that the sign said "State Line - 7" with an arrow pointing left, meaning it was only 7 miles East to the border with Louisiana. By this point, that means I had driven probably at least 250 miles from home, but I was like "i can't be this close to the border and not go!" So I went East and saw the end of Texas 21, it goes on a bridge across the Sabine River, and I got there like right as sunset was hitting the water and it was possibly the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. As soon as I crossed the border into LA, I turned around and came right back, heading West for home, but I was so glad I did that, because I didn't know if I'd ever get the chance again.