black ice... not a drug like i once thought
more like a life ruining blight on mankind. i was traveling home tonight, after going to the local grocery store, a mere 3 miles away when what should appear before my wondering eyes! Black Ice you say? the very same!
so, speeding along at a neck breaking 45 miles per hour, i see the treacherous path ahead and let off the gas pedal, but no good, i still end up going round and round- your love will find a way, just give it time. so, i slide all the way across the freeway (no other cars were anywhere to be seen. it was 6pm after all) into the guardrail, ice from my truck flying about everywhere. ice that i first thought was all the glass from my truck. so anyhow, there i am, facing the wrong way on the shoulder of a major highway, sitting against a guardrail. i look around and realize that it's really not so bad, so i start my truck and try to get the rock outta there. no luck, thtires just spin. seems the wintry mix has turned the grass and mud of the side of the road into a pudding like substance. my tires could find no purchase in the sludgy muck. i get out asnd discover that it's not actually the tires in the mud preventing me from moving along, but that the rear bumper is on top of the guardrail. yes, i have in fact hopped the guardrail. lacking the strength to move my truck from atop it's perch, i do what any grown man would do. i sit and wait for someone to come along and pull my ass outta the ditch.
well, sitting there a truck full of what i'm going to call migrant workers comes along and stops to help me out. God bless them. freezing ass cold, a guy they don't know, obviously uninjured, and they stop to render aid. well, as we walk over to inspect how exactly we're going to go about the task at hand, we hear the old familiar soind of tires trying to grip the road. then we look up to see a little sports car heading RIGHT THE FUCK FOR US!!! no lie, it's careening out of control and heading right our way. we run behind the guy's work truck and the lady in the Nissan slams right square into the front of my truck, spinning her in a 360o spin and lands her directly in front (or behind, depends on how you look at it) of my truck along the guardrail. she missed us by about 10 feet. but we were all too busy gettin the hell outta the way to really be scared.
so yeah, anyway, we both got tickets for failure to control spped to avoid a colision. what thehell? i got a ticket for hitting an ice patch and running into a guardrail. and that damned guardrail didn't even have insurance!
so that's my second major wreck in 5 months, which is also my second major wreck in 31 1/2 years. and i have yet to be injured, so i guess we all know what this means. i'm impervious to car wreck injuries!
and if all that wasn't bad enough, the damned spinach dip is soupy. i just can't win
-josh
so, speeding along at a neck breaking 45 miles per hour, i see the treacherous path ahead and let off the gas pedal, but no good, i still end up going round and round- your love will find a way, just give it time. so, i slide all the way across the freeway (no other cars were anywhere to be seen. it was 6pm after all) into the guardrail, ice from my truck flying about everywhere. ice that i first thought was all the glass from my truck. so anyhow, there i am, facing the wrong way on the shoulder of a major highway, sitting against a guardrail. i look around and realize that it's really not so bad, so i start my truck and try to get the rock outta there. no luck, thtires just spin. seems the wintry mix has turned the grass and mud of the side of the road into a pudding like substance. my tires could find no purchase in the sludgy muck. i get out asnd discover that it's not actually the tires in the mud preventing me from moving along, but that the rear bumper is on top of the guardrail. yes, i have in fact hopped the guardrail. lacking the strength to move my truck from atop it's perch, i do what any grown man would do. i sit and wait for someone to come along and pull my ass outta the ditch.
well, sitting there a truck full of what i'm going to call migrant workers comes along and stops to help me out. God bless them. freezing ass cold, a guy they don't know, obviously uninjured, and they stop to render aid. well, as we walk over to inspect how exactly we're going to go about the task at hand, we hear the old familiar soind of tires trying to grip the road. then we look up to see a little sports car heading RIGHT THE FUCK FOR US!!! no lie, it's careening out of control and heading right our way. we run behind the guy's work truck and the lady in the Nissan slams right square into the front of my truck, spinning her in a 360o spin and lands her directly in front (or behind, depends on how you look at it) of my truck along the guardrail. she missed us by about 10 feet. but we were all too busy gettin the hell outta the way to really be scared.
so yeah, anyway, we both got tickets for failure to control spped to avoid a colision. what thehell? i got a ticket for hitting an ice patch and running into a guardrail. and that damned guardrail didn't even have insurance!
so that's my second major wreck in 5 months, which is also my second major wreck in 31 1/2 years. and i have yet to be injured, so i guess we all know what this means. i'm impervious to car wreck injuries!
and if all that wasn't bad enough, the damned spinach dip is soupy. i just can't win
-josh