One lucky Christmas my parents bought me an Introduction to Racing course at Skip Barber at Laguna Seca.

The course works by separating the students into a fast group and a slow group. I made it into the fast group along with another guy my age (19 at the time). We basically spend a few hours lapping the track behind the instructor, switching positions each lap. We follow very closely when possible....

I was third in line when the guy in front of me clipped a corner before the red/white curbs began, it must have been windy because the dirt that is normally there was blown away. Creating a 6in cement wall where the curb began.

This instantly ripped off his front left wheel, launching his car into the air end over end... about 15 feet in front of me. I drove under his car while it somersalted across the track. Drove. Under.

His car settled on the outside of a corner with the front half of the car gone, besides the cockpit frame. I immediately pulled over to make sure he was alive, helped him out and we sat and talked about how amazing the day was while we waited for the track tow truck to arrive. Yes, he did have to pay for the race car but his father drove a Lamborghini so I assume it wasn't a big deal.

TL;DR Drove under a flying race car.