I know exactly what you mean. When I was in high school four of my cronies piled into my friends 4X4 subaru and we headed out to the country in a snow storm to party it up. There was this particular trail road we use to love to go down. It was terraced just right that if you were going down the trail road it would drop down about 2' then it was level for 50 yards then it would drop down again, this went on for about two miles. Now if you drove 80 MPH down this road your tires would only be in contact with the ground about 30% of the time. The rest of the time you were letterally flying down this road.
So we decided to check out the terraces, but that particular nite we had about a 10" of snow. My buddy who was driveing decided to do a doughnut while he was going 40 MPH down that trail. We went sideways and hit that deep snow broadside, and the car started to tip. Everthing got so quiet, nobody said a thing, as the car slowly tiped toward the drivers side. It seemed like time stood still that car balanced on it's driver side wheels for what seemed an eternity then tipped back over on all fours.
The car just turned into a loud roar of laughter, and we took off. We just got back into town as the transmisson started slipping bad. As we dropped the last passenger off he had to jump out, because if we stoped that car thats where it was going to stay. But we got the car home with the tranny out but not a scrach on it. I will never forget that night or those people that were there as long as I live.