The gravel roads here are definitely like driving over ball bearings. The road turned slightly at the top of the hill, and bumps in the road generated a washboard-effect. These factors together with maybe breaking a bit to fast soon sent my back end fish-tailing until I was perpendicular to the road. I continued to slide down, and as I approached the forest that was once to my right, but now in front of me, I just closed my eyes and held onto the wheel thinking "but this can't happen to me". Amazingly, I didn't get one scratch. My first reaction was complete frustration. As calmed down a few seconds later I realized what had happened. I noticed that the road was far and hidden behind a forest of trees and shrubs. I attempted to open the door, and although the door handle was invitingly stuck out in the open position, nothing would move. So, since my window was down, I climbed out.

Among the trees and shrubs I took with me, an eight inch Quercus coccinea was bent in half, ten feet behind where the car came to rest. There were also many Cornus florida in woods around me. Altogether, I probably plowed through about thirty feet of dense forest.
