1. Detroit to Missoula, Montana via Minneapolis-St. Paul for a gig I had in the late 1990s. Arrived in Detroit to be told I wasn't allowed on the flight and would have to fly standby, despite having a reserved ticket. Finally boarded. Landed in Minn-St. Paul for what was supposed to be a brief hour and a half layover. Three hours later, no announcement had been made so I approached the gate and asked the airline person what gives. Her response: "OH! Your plane broke! We're bringing in another one from Spokane, Washington but I have no idea when it's coming." Northwest Airlines = NotTheBest Airlines. Five hours later, a DC-9 from a jet scrapyard arrived. I get on the plane and the first words uttered from the flight attendant to another are, "I fucking hate these things! They're death traps!" Great! I step inside and it's stuck in 1971... Wood panelling, disco ball and a recently closed smoking section. The entire plane appeared as though they put it together in the seven hours of my layover. The whole time during the flight, it went from bad to worse... There was constant creaking and groaning from the thing and then we hit the Black Hills over South Dakota and things went pear-shaped. MASSIVE turbulence. We lost about 1000 feet of altitude and got more of a ride than you would on the world's most exciting rollercoaster. At one point and the captain came on saying that it was the worst turbulence he'd ever experienced. People were crying, oxygen masks deployed, people puking. It was fun!
I finally landed. Little known fact... Montana at that time didn't have speed limits. Montana also had an open container law that allowed you to drink and drive but 'not' be drunk. So to my luck, the guy picking me up at the airport had to drive me two hours into the mountains, didn't have functioning brakes and had a lead foot - all whilst going through the better part of a 12 pack of beer driving through mountain passes. When I finally arrived, I was ghost white and proceeded to get more smashed than I've ever been in my entire life so as to relieve the stress of having seen my life flash before my eyes about twenty times.
2. Roatan, Honduras. Roatan has basically one ring road that dips and dives throughout the hills. It's pot-holed beyond belief and any sane person wouldn't drive beyond 60km/h. There's one straightaway where you're lucky if you can get up to 80. Blind corners abound. But that didn't matter to our publico minibus driver in a monsoon. Nope! We spent an hour drive hydroplaning sideways down this road from one end of the island to another in one of the worst storms they'd ever had - all whilst his speedometer showed around 100 km/h. Everyone in the bus had taken xanax because apparently this was a common thing. Thanks for sharing!
3. Driving to a rave in the late 1990s in Toronto in a rental car. Our driver was coming up and decided to make a rather rapid lane change after missing an exit just after a rather bad blizzard. I was in the rear passenger seat behind the driver. The driver hit a snow bank just before a concrete traffic divider, which in turn threw us into a sideways skid headed straight towards said concrete lane divider and me. We were doing about 120 km/h at the time. At the speed we were going, it would have hit me directly and severed me and the car in half, but somewhat miraculously he managed to right the car enough so that it only hit at a minor angle and we smashed into the barrier. I spent a week cleaning out my underwear.
4. I was driving to Toronto just after a snowstorm to show my Finnish friend the city. We had stopped for some food on the way and I was eating chips. I briefly looked down at a chip that fell onto the floor of my car, when my driver's side wheel caught a snowbank that hadn't quite been cleared off the roadway by a snowplow. This sent us into a tailspin at 120 km/h. This was on a two-lane interchange where we were in the process of merging into the main highway. After about 4 complete 360s at top speed, we came to a stop without having hit a single thing, staring at an overpass bridge as cars drove around us. Pekka and I to this day sill cannot believe we didn't hit anything. Lucky as shit on that one!