Rallycross with Tanner
The next five minutes are insane. What I chiefly remember is cursing the youth for not pulling harder on the straps as I'm flung forward under braking, then I recall a savage punch down through some gears, many g-forces, an explosion back up the gears, then more cursing of the kid with seatbelt responsibilities. All to the accompaniment of a noise that sounds like a Marshall amp plugged into a bowl of Rice Krispies. Only much angrier.