Tales of the uncanny, from my own life
Every day, when I drove my old Hillman Minx home from school or wherever I'd been, I used to love hitting a right-hand corner not far from home. The road wasn't kerbed, and there was plenty of loose gravel on the outside of the corner, so if I drove into the corner just right I could let the tail of the car slide sideways before I headed up the straight to home. They were quieter days in our suburb then. I'd be horrified if my kids drove like I used to, but it honestly didn't seem…