Winter Has Lost It's Magic
I miss the days when I was a kid and we heard a winter storm was coming. Whenever there was a chance of bad weather, that also meant there was a chance of having school cancelled. A day off of school was always a good thing, especially if it meant I would have the whole afternoon for sledding. Now, it simply means I have to drive in the **** to get to work in the morning.
We had a nasty storm blow through my area the other day. It dumped about 6" of ice and snow on us. It might have been pretty, if I didn't have to get up at 5 in the morning to defrost the truck and head out into the cold before the roads were clear. Normally, my commute takes about 45 minutes but today, I knew it would be longer. Reluctantly, I put the truck in 4 wheel drive and off I went.
I was on the interstate, cruising along in a caravan that had formed in a single lane, where a plow had come through. It was the only part of the highway that could be seen. Everything was going well. I was plowing through the endless sea of white with little trouble. I was most of the way there, passing by slower traffic and people stuck in ditches. People act like idiots around here when the weather gets bad. None of them know how to drive.
Without warning, a big, black, Jeep Cherokee that was two cars ahead of me in our little caravan, went spinning out of control. I could see the driver counter-steering frantically to recover without success. I watched him go round and round in circles, across two lanes, before sliding into the grassy ditch that divides the highway from oncoming traffic.
Seconds later, I must have hit the same icy patch that he did because the next thing I know, I am sliding too! First, I turned 90 degrees to the right. I managed to steer out of it and then I found myself facing 180 degrees to left. As I began to counter back in the other direction, I could see the look of panic on the face of the man driving the brown GMC next to me in the passing lane. It was the same truck that had been following behind me for miles. He must have taken evasive action to avoid hitting me when I started sliding. I'll never forget to the whites of his eyes, or the furry mustache that covered his open mouth. I wonder if he was screaming?
I managed to recover and slide to a stop, before continuing my journey. Luckily, the driver in the black Cherokee was OK too. I watched him pull himself out of the ditch and pull alongside me. He smiled and waved before falling in line behind me. I guess that makes me one of the idiots too!