You can slid going 25 miles an hour
Today Cary and I went shopping, mostly to get her real adult clothes (glad I don't have to face that for a while). We had mad success. Okay so driving around and about it was really really slippery and there was a little bit of weaving here and there but nothing out of control.... expect when we were almost to my dad's and the light turned yellow. I should have had plenty of time, however, when I starting breaking there was nothing and we started turning. So I took my foot off the break, straightened us out, and leaned on the horn as we slid through the desperately red light.
Well I told my father this story as I dropped Cary off and he told me I was going too fast.
"I wasn't going very fast," I said
"If you slid around you were," he said as he got in the car to take me back to campus.
"You can slid going 25 miles an hour," I replied. This is actually and argument of old and he's right. If you get in an accident because of weather you automatically get a ticket for driving too fast for conditions...even if you were going 5 miles an hour. I was only arguing because the road where we had been was really clear compared to the other slop.
So he pulls out of the driveway and goes down Sycamore towards Saginaw. This is not really my favorite stretch as the last block is on an incline (it of course always seems worse in bad weather) and there is a house really close to the corner. They also don't really find it necessary to plow our street. So if you can't stop you're in four lanes of pretty heavy traffic that have no way of seeing you coming. While it's not really a factor in an accident I think it's worse that you can't see what's coming even if there is little you can do. We managed to slide to a haul just at the edge of the street. I pointed out at this time that I put gas in the car. He wasn't impressed.
We continued on, taking about the new condos they're building on Saginaw near Lansing Catholic Central. I personally think they'll sell all right if they lower the price a little (130.000). It's right near two schools but dad also pointed out that it’s still in the Lansing School System. Not the best. So as we discussed it, the light a little ways up turns yellow and Dad breaks. We of course start to swerve a little bit. I wasn't really worried because my dad's insane driving, matched with the fact that we've never been in an accident (well caused by him at any rate) defies several scientific laws and implies divine intervention. What worried me was when I heard him say "Shit"
The van spun right and into the curb, which decided to help us continue in our circle. It threw us back onto the road, in the lane we had previously been driving the other direction in. I'm pretty sure we terrified the shit out of a few people but no damage done. Though it probably isn't the best thing to have happened to a vehicle who's front axle is going to fall off any day (it will happen when I'm by myself on the freeway, btw)
"I told you it was slipper," I said, after he had turned us around, sworn at the person behind us for being too close for him to do so easily, and the light turned.
"I know it's slippery!"
Well I told my father this story as I dropped Cary off and he told me I was going too fast.
"I wasn't going very fast," I said
"If you slid around you were," he said as he got in the car to take me back to campus.
"You can slid going 25 miles an hour," I replied. This is actually and argument of old and he's right. If you get in an accident because of weather you automatically get a ticket for driving too fast for conditions...even if you were going 5 miles an hour. I was only arguing because the road where we had been was really clear compared to the other slop.
So he pulls out of the driveway and goes down Sycamore towards Saginaw. This is not really my favorite stretch as the last block is on an incline (it of course always seems worse in bad weather) and there is a house really close to the corner. They also don't really find it necessary to plow our street. So if you can't stop you're in four lanes of pretty heavy traffic that have no way of seeing you coming. While it's not really a factor in an accident I think it's worse that you can't see what's coming even if there is little you can do. We managed to slide to a haul just at the edge of the street. I pointed out at this time that I put gas in the car. He wasn't impressed.
We continued on, taking about the new condos they're building on Saginaw near Lansing Catholic Central. I personally think they'll sell all right if they lower the price a little (130.000). It's right near two schools but dad also pointed out that it’s still in the Lansing School System. Not the best. So as we discussed it, the light a little ways up turns yellow and Dad breaks. We of course start to swerve a little bit. I wasn't really worried because my dad's insane driving, matched with the fact that we've never been in an accident (well caused by him at any rate) defies several scientific laws and implies divine intervention. What worried me was when I heard him say "Shit"
The van spun right and into the curb, which decided to help us continue in our circle. It threw us back onto the road, in the lane we had previously been driving the other direction in. I'm pretty sure we terrified the shit out of a few people but no damage done. Though it probably isn't the best thing to have happened to a vehicle who's front axle is going to fall off any day (it will happen when I'm by myself on the freeway, btw)
"I told you it was slipper," I said, after he had turned us around, sworn at the person behind us for being too close for him to do so easily, and the light turned.
"I know it's slippery!"