By the way, I should fess up. When I was 15, in Louisiana at the time 15-year-olds could become fully licensed drivers. As if that wasn't crazy/stupid enough, my first car was a GT6. And if that wasn't crazy/stupid enough yet, it was a Mk1. 1967 model.
Well, it seems I recall a day when I was bragging about how quick that thing was, and somebody bet me it wouldn't spin the tires.
Well, when the dust settled (literally) I had powerslid around the school's gravel parking lot for a full 60 seconds. The tricky part was shifting gears while maintaining the slide.
And I didn't know it, but the principle had watched the whole thing. Man I had some 'splaining to do.
And maybe it's a little redneck in me creeping out, but I still think flinging a vehicle sideways on a slippery surface just to see what she'll do counts as driver training.