I’ve only spun out three times.
The first time, I was coming home after being discharged from the service… in a terrible blizzard, what we call a “Noreaster”. I was behind the state plow on a limited access highway and it left a plow bank across the exit I needed. I figured the only choices were to try to bust through the plowbank or stay behind the plow and hope he didn’t go straight past the next exit 20 miles away and leave a bank there too. I figured there was a good chance I was screwed either way. So I swallowed hard, held the wheel, crossed my fingers, and tried to bust the banken. The banken lifted my car and spun it down into the adjoining gulley. That was in 1974.
The second time was in the mid '80s. I hit ice in my '79 Toyota pickup on an exit ramp. My bad.
The third time was, again, in the '80s. I was going slowly and carefully west on Rt 2, a treacherous road in Massachusetts, at about 5AM in January and hit black ice. The truck simply started to slowly rotate and slid down off the highway crown, totally uncontrollably. A cop came up behind me and he almost lost it too, even though his cruiser was far better setup for bad weather than my Toyota pickup. More weight, better distributed. He probably had better tires too. And studs.
I guess anyone who drives above the 43rd parallel can’t expect life to be perfect.