I went for a drive back in High School when my ex and I split up. Had a few tears in my eyes and didn't realize that I was heading for a stopped pickup in the road. I slammed on the brakes and turned the wheel to the right, but if the wheels aren't rolling, you won't change direction. So I skidded into the back of him doing 45.
My close call came years later after when I came up on my friend's bumper and locked them up and turned the wheel again. About 10 feet away from his bumper, I let off the brakes and when the front wheels gripped, it threw me off the road tapping a road sign. . . . . . then I ***** myself.