Nope, not drunk. That would have at least been a cool story.
Back in about 1991 when I was around 17 or so my cousin had one of the things. We both worked at a local grocery store so I when weather was bad I rode to work with him in the sube. He also had some friends/neighbors that worked there. At this point the snow has melted off the main roads but was still on the back roads. So my cousin and his Subaru and his neighbor/friend, in his Mustang II, decided they were going to race home. Already, you can see that this has all the makings of a very exciting event...
On the way home, there was a side dirt road that roughly paralleled the main road...except that it was dirt road (???) and covered in snow(!!!). For some reason my cousin thought this would be a "shortcut", so he took it in his Subaru. Several curves into this "shortcut"...I will never forget the sight of watching my cousin turn the wheel of his Brat, yet having the frightening feeling of having the car continue straight, right over an embankment and into a creek.
This is probably about 11: 30 or 12 at night. Not to mention the fact that it was probably 20 degrees or so... Very cold. The good news is his brother actually lived roughly a mile up the road...but that was one long, cold mile.
We were actually pretty lucky we were going as fast as we were, because we went off the bank at an angle. Had we been going slower, the vehicle likely would have rolled, which would have would have been very bad. As it was, we were both completely unharmed, which is more than we can say for the brat.