It was a reckless, bad idea. And when I was being driven to the hospital in the ambulance all banged up and I looked back at the disappearing firefighters and police who were still at the scene I felt ashamed.
I felt further shame when those cops knocked on my parents' door at 2am to tell them of my accident.
I can only imagine my dad's horror when he first opened that door to the boys in blue. But my mum and dad were one of the lucky ones. I was still alive. Many door knocks don't end that way.
Yesterday this newspaper reported the Bay of Plenty district had the highest road toll in New Zealand so far this year. A total of at least 63 people have lost their lives - 12 more than the same time last year.
But the sheer loss and grief behind those numbers is something every driver needs to think about when they get in their vehicle.
We should not be relying on the police to lower the shocking statistics.
It is up to you and me.