Where there is a will there's a way, the first and last time I drove buzzed. It was in the winter on a backroads from a friends house not far down, but not when you are in your sister's Miata that you borrowed for the winter cause it sounded like a fun trade and she couldn't handle it in Btown with the hills, its not fun. Closest to ever going down in my life, imagine sliding towards a corn field in this thing on ice, buzzed and I can see in peripheral vision, oh fantastic, there's a sheriff cruiser just about to meet me there in the corn field. I'm lucky I didn't shit, but the cruiser went by before and i hit traction once I slid into on the main road, but never again, not ever. I was convinced I was going down and you can't very well get away with a Miata stuck in a corn field with ice