Wasn't that bad but I managed to do something like that within the first few weeks I had my license.
Out to "cruise the strip" and be cool with the guys .... There I was in my 396 Chevelle Super Sport and we were doing like a buck and change ...
Ok, I lied, it was my Mom's Corvair Monza with a whopping 110 pony power engine, anyhoo, one of the guys says .."The cops! Floor it and turn fast"
I did. Just to be funny.
Well, the cops were behind me and watched my slide into a driveway, jump the curb and wedge the car (no body damage, one rim slightly bent), between the stone entry sign to an apartment complex and a small tree. We had to jack and push, jack and push to get the car out.
Next town over from where my Dad was a cop and the guy gave me some interesting options. "Go home and tell the truth or go home and make up some story; I may call your dad and then, I may not call your dad"
I lied ... and (I think), got away with it ... "The Ol' Man" has been dead for over thirty years and if he knew he took it with him.
The guy in the back who hollered to turn ... just retired as an LT with the same department.