Hold On To Your Butts

I was with Mike, in a convertible of sorts.
We were driving south on 16th St, towards John Deere Road and Southpark Mall, but we needed to turn around.
So at the John Deere stoplight, Mike gets into the left turn lane.
I assumed he was going to make a u-turn, which he does, but he went fast enough and sharp enough that he caused the car to spin around entirely, more than a 360.. Technically a 540 or so?
But instead of letting it straighten out from there, and drive back up the road, he continued to spin around and around and around, all the way back to the apartment complex,
The entire time, I was holding on for dear life. I wasn't bothered by the fact that he was doing it, but only be the fact that he didn't give me warning.
I was not wearing my seatbelt, and we were spinning fast enough that I felt if I let go I would go flying out of the car since the top was down.
I kept trying to get the courage to grab my seatbelt, to inch my hand towards it, but I was too frightened to loosen my grip.

When we got back to the complex, he unlocked the gate and we walked into the basketball court, where someone was talking to themselves. I was a little worried, but I figured he must live there because you had to have a key to get in.
At one point there was someone else, yelling for my attention on the outside of the fence.
There was a shower, outside, across the basketball court from the complex, yet it was also in Mike's apartment at the same time.
I had been using it, and didn't think much of it until towards the end when I turned around and realized what steam cover I had originally had, had turned into condensation, and Mike had most likely seen my naked but when I was bending over to pick up something.
However he just shrugged and went about his business like I wasn't even there.