Scarriest race of my life ws against a GLHS. I was chasing this one thru neighborhoods at about 1 in the morning in my 69 Buick. A 69 Lark is not known to ba a great handling machine, but I had the suspension so tightened up on that thing that you could take any corner at any speed, and that thing would give no body lean whatsoever. Had it set up with 60's on all four corners as well.
Anyway, we are running thru this neighborhood that has a long slow upward curving hill. I'm on his ASS. Right as we are nearing the crest of the hill, we are doing around 80-85, and my car starts a slow 4 wheel slide. I mean, the whole car was just graddually sliding left, right toward a parked car at the top of the hill. I let off the gas and didn't hit the brakes, the tires finaly re-found a little grip and pulled me back inside the curve just in time to prevent what would have been an absolutely nuclear collision. We hit a straightaway where I blew past him, cut in front of him, nailed the brakes and turned off.
I went and parked my car and just sat there and shook for about 10 minutes before I could drive again. I creeped on home slowly. LOL!
I guarantee I blew the guys mind. No way he though that old hunk of Detroit metal could hang with him thru the twisties, especially. But damn, I'm gettin the chills right now just remembering it....and it's 20 years later.