The following story doesn't involve my wife driving, but she was there right beside me.

We used to attend a hot rod BBQ every year back when I had my 32 Ford. The last year we went, I had just finished changing it over from a basically stock 350 to a rather warm 468. This BBQ is in a pretty secluded area and when everyone was leaving they had to do a smokey burnout. There must have been about 500 people there most of which had video cameras to catch all the action. My wife was getting over a pulled muscle in her back and had to use a cane to get around all day. Well, it's time for us to go. On the way out I reached behind me and turned on the nitrous bottles just to do a purge and get everyone all pumped up, including myself. My wife kept saying, "please don't do it, remember my back is still pretty sore". Don't worry honey, I'll only do a little one, and then we'll go home. I pull onto the street, did a huge nitrous purge, and hit the line lock. The car started pushing the front tires, so I mashed the pedal and hit the magic button. Off we went, tires melting, engine bumping off the rev limiter, then the ass end went a little to the right, then a little to the left, and by the time I had enough sense to get out of it, the car had gone too far and I lost it. We spun all the way around, and ended up facing the other way. We sat there for a second, I asked her if she was ok, she just had this "look" in her eye, and I started up the car and drove home nice and easy. She did mention that her back didn't hurt anymore though.