Well, lets see...
* Driving down the highway at about 70mph, when somebody pulls out right in front of me: I slowed down so fast that the rear seats folded down on their own (despite being securely latched).
* Driving across a covering of icy snow on top of a stream, then the ice collapses and the jeep instantly drops down about 7 inches... luckily the ice could hold up the frame, which distributed the weight more evenly, but it was solidly stuck afterwards.
*Driving on a winding (unpaved) mountain road covered in snow and ice. I had slowed down for the turn, but it was still too sharp, and I found myself sliding towards the edge of a cliff, at least 100 feet of drop below me, and with no guardrail... Luckily, and thanks to 4x4, I was able to get control back before it was too late.
*Driving downhill on a trail. A 50 foot or so downhill section at around 30 degrees of slope, and the trail is nothing but rocks, dirt, and snow. That wasn't as spooky as turning around on that same trail though... Feeling the jeep tilt 30 degrees to the side, with plenty of room to roll over and over below you while you bump over rocks trying to turn around is scary!
Scariest thing for me was driving in the rain last year with my ex girlfriend and a car pulled into the middle of the road about 20 feet ahead of me and STOPPED! we where doing about 40 mph, luckily the driver in the other lane saw it happen just as fast and moved to the outside so i could go around the car.
After this the lady was yelling at me!!!
^.^ Got a new one now... about as perfect definition of 'spooky' as you can get in a car.
-Driving an off road truck on the side of a valley. The ledge is a few inches narrower than the truck is... To the left is an incline too steep to climb, to the right is an even steeper slope downward... and the skinny ledge you're on is sloped towards the drop-off! To enhance how scary that is, the truck creaks and groans over every bump you're going over.
I was OK, just a bruise on my left knee when it hit the glove box of my Honda Silverwing scooter as I struck a mid sized buck on my way into work. It was 6:30 in the morning this last August 2008 as I was on my usual 40 mile commute. I had just started to speed up after crossing some railroad tracks traveling between 35 and 40 MPH when out of the corner of my eye I could see a brown blur heading perpendicular to my path. The next thing I knew my windscreen was exploding. My grip on the handlebars became a death grip as now I expected the worst. It never came. Suddenly, as fast as I had hit the dear, it disappeared and I was stunned to see that I was still on the scooter just drifting down the road at half the speed I was going just seconds before. I pulled over and was immediately approached by two car drivers to see if I was OK. I was pretty shaken up and had to get off the scooter slowly as I had a hard time believing that I was unscathed. About this time a county deputy sheriff, who was on his way to work, pulled up and took charge. The deputy made out a report as I looked over the scoot. I determined it was drivable and asked the deputy, a former goldwing rider, if he thought it would be OK if I drove it to a dealer without a front light. He seemed to think it would be OK, so I did after calling my wife and asking her to pick me up at the dealer. On the way in to pick me up my wife said she saw the deer along side the road. Later she told me after dropping me off at work she went by the accident site again and the deer was gone. Me thinks vultures drive pickup trucks these days.