When I was a young, dumb 21-year-old, I totaled my car on the Ohio turnpike after hydroplaning in the far left lane, ping-ponging the car off the cement barrier, spinning me around several times Tommy Boy-style until I was facing the on ramp in the wrong direction on the other side of the highway. Somehow, no one hit me, and I was mostly fine physically. The car was smashed in the front on the driver's side, so a dickhead cop deemed it drivable and forced me to drive away (but not before making me hang up with a rep from my car insurance agency and then ticketing me) so I wouldn't congest the area. The car sounded like shit, but I got it to the next exit, where I again called my insurance agency, who got a wrecker out there. Unfortunately, I was in a hayseed part of Ohio, so I knew I was pretty much fucked when I saw the auto shop the wrecker towed the car to. It was the day before the 4th of July, so I had to leave the car there with the key (the shop was closed) and call on the 5th. When I did, the hick owner totaled me the car was totaled. Wound up selling it to him for parts for an embarrassingly low amount. It was a pretty nice car (for a college kid), so in retrospect, I would have just had the car towed back to Michigan, since I'm sure I could have salvaged it for considerably more, even factoring in the cost to tow it back home. I was never a reckless driver, but needless to say, I've been a lot more cautious since that day.