Syntax - telling a story

Crazy things always happened when Ray was the driver back in high school. One night we were heading to the mall - or maybe we were coming home. We had to drive a lot of back roads in order to get there - past farms and fields.  The roads were dark but we knew them well. There was one area where the road makes a sudden left then right - a big S curve out in the corn fields. Ray of course knew it was coming but started to drive faster. We started screaming. "Ray! What are you doing!? Slow down!" Ray started laughing maniacally, widening his eyes, waving his head back and forth like a man possessed. We kept screaming. Ray kept driving faster. Just as we got to the turn, we braced for what we were sure was going to be the car flipping over. Instead, Ray drove straight. At full speed. Into the corn field. We plowed over corn stalks, Ray laughing hysterically, before finally coming to a stop.  Moments earlier we were sure we were going to die, but now we all got out of the car and stood looking at the road off in the distance, and a the flattened path of corn behind the car.