Like once when I was driving my bonneville wagon home from work in an icestorm. There was about 1/2 inch of smooth, wet ice on the roads. I got the car almost all the way home just recovering from slides and pointing the car at the other side. Finally about a mile from home I knew the ditch was inevitable. I could have delayed it, but I knew I was headed there. I aimed the car at an empty driveway and slid into someone's front yard instead of wrecking the car.