During an ice storm, I'd picked up a friend and were headed to meet some others. He asked if it was slick. I slammed on the breaks, did a perfect 270 and backed into a side street.
That was when we were 19. I'd been driving on a farm for five years.
When I took driver's ed at 15, there was an ice storm, and a large parking lot in a local park was smoothly iced over, almost good enough to skate on. The instructor had us practice accelerating, turning and braking. I didn't have any problem at all...didn't spin out, just braked lightly and light on the wheel and kept pretty straight. He couldn't understand it--the other two drivers in the car spun it all over. So, he had me go to the far end of the lot, and accelerate to as fast as I could (only about 35, given the lot conditions and the lack of traction), then he slammed on the brakes. I kept us pretty straight, and I stopped just a few feet from the end of the lot.
He said, "How in the Hell did you do that?"
I just shrugged my shoulders and grinned at him. "Beginner's luck?" I said.
On the drive back to school I told him of my background.
That doesn't mean I haven't had a few spinouts in my time, but fortunately, no significant damage resulted. Well, there was the one time a tree jumped out and bit my car...