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When I was in high school, we occasionally terrorized the quiet streets of Ann Arbor by drifting around corners in our crappy cars. This wasn't an unusual thing at the time; The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift would come out the summer after my senior year. We weren't particularly daring, however, so we only drifted after heavy snowstorms at speeds just fast enough to induce a short, thrilling skid—which, in that weather, one could do on accident.

One winter evening, I was in the back seat when a friend decided to attempt one such drift, but there were two problems: the snow wasn't as deep as he thought, and we were in his parents' Subaru Outback. As we approached the intersection of Lincoln and Cambridge, he turned hard to the left, and the car went into a sideways slide as intended.

Then the wheels caught asphalt, cutting the skid short just as my friend was trying to accelerate out of it. The Outback hit the electrical pole on the corner hard enough that my glasses bounced off the back of the passenger seat and back into my chest. We were okay; the car was totaled. At least two of the three of us can still laugh about it. But we were never drifting again.

Anyway.

The image of Uche after the game was like what happens when you finally get home after surviving your first car crash.

— Jane Coaston (@cjane87) September 7, 2019

Service academies! Not even once!

[Hit THE JUMP for a bunch of fans who felt like you did.]