The weekend before last we rehearsed at our guitarist's massive house in the middle of nowhere. On the way back I was driving down the narrow roads (marked as 2 lanes but barely wide enough for 2 cars) with a combination of high hedges and raised verges at either side of the road, so no visibility to allow you to cut the corners.
I reached one and discovered it was way sharper than it looked as I approached. Turns out it was about a right angle and from up the road only looked a gentle 30 or maybe 45 at the most. The first time I've heard my tyres actually screaming. I really thought we were going to end up facing the other way, or upside down.
In hindsight I reckon it was actually a perfect piece of cornering, since if I'd braked any harder I'd likely have understeered into the outside verge, at least crumpled the front end or at worst spun and crumpled both ends. Won't be trying it again though. Track squealing tyres = good. Narrow country road squealing tyres = bad.
The only thing that stopped me panicking at the time, and the first thing I said to our bassist when he said "woah" as we went round, was Bob Smith's signature - "a squealing tyre is a happy tyre"