I was golfing one time in a foursome. We had 2 carts, and for the first 9 holes my friend Blake drove our cart.
At hole 10 we teed off and then I hopped in the driver’s seat.
Blake got into the passenger side.
The path went down a steep, narrow, sharp curve with trees on either side.
There was a sign that read "steep hill – please slow down".
I floored it.
As I made my decent I quickly realized that I had made a terrible mistake.
There was no way I could make the turn at the speed which I was travelling.
I hastily slammed the break pedal.
The rear end fishtailed to the right, slamming into the trunk of a large tree.
It ricocheted off to the left, smashing another tree.
The breaks were not doing any good at all and we were headed straight for a tree that came up from the base, and split off into two symmetric upward straights.
I could tell that the cart would pass in between the two sections of the tree, but beyond it was a 6 foot drop onto the fairway below.
Blake jumped out, tucked and rolled onto the ground.
I couldn’t risk it either, and jumped out soon after.
The cart carried on, unmanned, unchanged in its trajectory towards the inevitable plummet.
It barely scraped through the split tree and plummeted down to the grassy plateau below.
I watched as it continued to speed through the fairway, and hurriedly sped after it.
I jumped down the small cliff and sprinted to the left side of the hurtling pile of scrap.
Hopped back into the seat, suppressed the breaks and finally brought it to a stop.

Long story short, the machine was wrecked.

I need a really cool, really short way to describe this tale.
I am asking in R&S because I know there are a lot of crazy people here.
Nuts make great story tellers, as we can see with people like H.P. Lovecraft.

Can you help me out?