I used to live on a narrow road (you could pass another car but you'd need to squeeze into the bushes a bit) in the country and my kitchen was at the front of the house so I could see the road while I ate breakfast. This backstory makes it sound like I'm about to launch into a recipe, but no. One day before school I saw a car go past at like a walking pace and five seconds later one came down the hill at the same sort of speed but on its roof. It kept sliding for about 50m. I have no idea how they managed to turn it but it was funny as hell. The driver was just looking at me upside down all the time.