I had a similar incident while driving home after an instrument rating lesson... had a late lunch with a friend in the valley and drove back to El Segundo... on the way I got that stab of pain and the "meat sweats". Now, mind you I was driving (alone) in a 1977 olds cutlass with velour seats- I would have had to junk the car if the unthinkable had happened right? Well, I made it home, having almost driven "direct" across a little park on my way to the apartment front door.
The outcome? I almost made it.
Lost a sock in the process.
Ewwww...
But, it gives me a fantastic story to tell people I have just met. And chicks at the bar dig on it too.