(Kind of long, but if you like. You can read a little of the intro and then skip to the part I have marked "best part" the rest is interesting too though) I came within an inch or so from dying within 15 hours of each other. This was last year, I'm a college kid, and I was trying to go home for the weekend. Also, with having a dad who loves cars, I was fortunate enough to be driving my 1966, completely restored, Mustang (with the majority of parts basically just being a 1966 part that was made in the 2000s). At that same time I was heading back home, very very light snow (Texas snow) for only right around campus was expected. But, I figured, "hey, I'm leaving way before that's predicted and even if I was to be in it, it'd only be a few minutes." Apparently, the prediction was way off, the snow started falling hours before what was assumed, also about 6" more as well, and after driving about 60 miles I had decided the area of coverage was also well. Wrong. I thought though, "Hey, it's snow, not freezing, and it keeps falling, so traction won't be too bad since it's not ice." Maybe in a new car. As at about 20 miles later I randomly lose all traction and start to spin at about 30mph, being a pretty experienced driver I recover, but hit another slick spot and start spinning again, coming about an inch from hitting the concrete barrier between the highways. To which point I now began spinning away from the barrier into the highway lanes, but just a little too far, and a some asshole semi going about 50-60mph passes an about a couple inches in front of me. Somehow not hitting him, I finally come to a stop. Had I been where I had stopped a few milliseconds sooner, I would have been dead, considering the safety features of a 1966 Mustang did not include air bags, it only had lap seat belts, and an all metal "tank like" body and frame. So I said screw it, that's a sign. I'm pulling over for the night. Get to a random motel. Sleep, wake up in the morning, basically all the snow is gone (that's Texas) went from like 18 degrees to 34 degrees in like an hour. So, perfect. Time to get back on the road.

Wrong. Because as I am on the entrance ramp to the highway trying to merge with traffic going 70mph, because basically all the ice was gone. Some asshole a ways back decided to slam on the gas in his raggity pickup to cut me off, so I slow down, and he does too to match me. I don't really want to stop being there's cars behind me and cars behind him, so being in my 1966 Mustang with a decent amount of power, I press on the gas a little bit more so I can get past him.

Here is the best part: Right as I do this, he speeds up again, and apparently my back tires managed to roll over the only patch of ice left on the highway and I begin to do like a 1240 right in front of this dude in pretty well congested traffic. So, I'm about to be careening across 3 lanes of traffic at about 60mph, and I just know that's it. And, everything was moving in slow motion (really, it was the weirdest thing), so I just knew, "This is it." In lieu of that I took this time to flip the bird to the man who just got me killed, and stare into his eyes so he knew what he just caused. Past one lane of traffic into the 2nd, as I spin into the 3rd, a semi fills every gap between my vehicle and air, it was like two perfectly moving gears, that never quite touch. Now into the 3rd lane, and about to spin into the concrete barrier of death, I had enough time to laugh at the fact that it was here for protection, but it was about to kill me; really everything was in slow motion. It was at this point my tires managed to find the 2nd only icy spot left on the highway and I somehow manage to come about an inch from hitting the barrier, again. Into the 3rd lane of traffic, semi coming within an inch from T-boning me, luckily he had seen me and began to slam on his brakes, again another two gears that never really touch. And, as I finally began to slow and recover control, it was into the 2nd lane I went, and stopped. Right as a minivan, who didn't see me, passed going at least 60mph about an inch from the front of my vehicle, and as I look to my right to oncoming traffic, I notice a very very large RV, who also didnt see me, basically touching my passenger side door and from the sides by the wheels, a decent amount of smoke, and the smell of burnt rubber. Had the driver been on his phone or not paying attention, I would have been dead, exactly when I thought I was safe. Being in the middle of the highway now, too embarrassed to step out and make sure my vehicle wasn't damaged, and needing a change of underwear, bad. I turned on my blinker and merged, easily into the stopped traffic on the highway, and proceeded to go about my trip home. "I guess I wasn't meant to die here, I'm going to die when I get home and my dad sees my car completely scratched and dented to shit" I stopped at a gas station finally, looked around all the car, not a single scratch, right as some guy at the pump next to me says, "Hey man, nice car."