Last night quite late, I heard a horrible crash outside. I didn’t want to get out of bed as the temp was in the teens but then the sirens started and our bedroom lit up like a christmas tree. Some kid, going way to fast on icy roads took his brand new pick-up and smashed it into the hills. The saving grace was that he smashed the back half of the truck into the hills and not the front half. All he suffered was a broken rib and a broken arm. Damn lucky I would say. His truck was skrunched up like an accordian.
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An even better saving grace might be that he hit a pile of dirt, not the bedroom of someone’s house.
I don’t know anything about your roads, but there’s been a couple times I was driving on what I through was dry road. Then I tried to stop, and found out I was driving on half an inch of really smooth, really clear ice. Can be a bit discombobulating.
After Mike proposed and I moved from Southern California to Alaska where he lived- it was winter time when I arrived. We had a beautiful small wedding, a great honeymoon and when we finally got back to the house, I found I had to go grocery shopping. It was below 0 it had rained, then snowed then frosted over and our house was on a steep hill. He cautioned me about the black ice, and we set out with me driving. LOL I slid down the entire hill because when I started to slide, I didn’t tap the brakes, I hit them hard. (I panicked). He was telling me what to do but in my state of mind, I couldn’t focus. We slipped and slid down the entire hill and I crashed into my neighbor’s car that got stranded the day before in the drifts. Not a good start to a neighborhood- but it taught me how to drive in this stuff and how to not panic when the road conditions get dicey.
On the bright side, everyone would know who you are after that.