I've spun around once, it was near a tight curve for which the outer tangent was the lake, thinking that I was going to crash and die of the cold and freezing water: I've turn to myself, and simply laughed. It wasn't a forced laugh, it wasn't a small laugh, it was a roaring laugh that knowing that if I was going to die, then I'd might as well die laughing.
Then my car hit the railing that was clear from the lake area, and seeing that I was still able to drive, I've drove on. To this day you could still see the little skid marks that were left behind as the result. I laugh a little bit to myself to remind that my life is limited, and that I should always lurk moar.