It's scary! Even steering into the skid like they tell you doesn't always work, there's so little friction to work with.
I'm very happy to not have you blogging from beyond the grave.
That said, I find myself curious how you'd do so, as you seem convinced that you'd be able to.
Plus, I don't understand how having an immediate deliberate wash, followed by a nap, has aided your escape.
Nonetheless I am happy for you.
It's called a metaphor, Spock.
~adds to list of why not to drive~
Maybe you need to knock up some sort of flamethrowing ice destroyer on your bonnet?
And yes, don't die!
2008-11-26 20:49 (UTC)
my Christmas wish list just got a bit longer...
I think I should have a flamethrowing ice destroyer just because!
Lost horizontal hold for a bit, but I think it's back. Although something does still seem out of sorts.
Happy Thanksgiving! Not Being Dead is a good thing to be thankful for. Hopefully also any bystanders, other cars, other drivers, your car, any passengers, the scenery and so forth are also comparatively unscathed. Stuff the turkey, not your car.
Nothing damaged except my underpants, thank Eris.
Could be worse: You could tank your car without license, registration, tags, or insurance with a trunk full of happiness.
Then again could be better.
Amazing the things a person does 15 years ago to the date last month that one still gets reminded about...
I've found that time is quite odd. 15 years seems like a few weeks ago.
We also love you.
I appreciate that you meant it in a good-natured way, but the truth is that people did go to hospital that night because of me, for injuries which turned out to have been minor but might well have not been. That's not a part I talk a lot about; you're forgiven for not being aware of it, but you ought to know that it's painful for me to remember. I do hope I've learned something from it too.
You're a good friend and a good person, CZ, always have been. Sorry to get so down and heavy all of a sudden, but I felt I needed to explain my earlier reaction.
Thanks. Well you know what they say about black ice and taxes.
I swear, if it weren't for low housing costs and corruption-free government, no one would ever want to live here.
It has to be our pothole-free, easy to navigate roads with abundant signage.
Good lord... that must have been horrifying to watch.
Thankfully I had been keeping down my speed and leaving plenty of room between myself and the car in front of me, so when I started spinning I was able to recover. But there are plenty of other people who don't, even on some of the narrow, winding little country roads we have around here. It's madness.
Tuesday nite, around 11 pm in Connecticut on highway 84 moving at approximately 70 mph. And same night, around 2:30 am, in New Jersey on highway 287 about a half hour from my mom's house, moving at approximately 60 mph. The second one got me, and I freaked. Patch each time was enough to feel the slide, but over in a flash before the car left it's lane. I drove the last half hour to my mom's at about 40 mph, eyes wide open and panting a bit, holding the wheel in a death grip.
I feel your pain.