Glad to not be road pizza
Perhaps I shouldn't have driven today. Perhaps not. But I was doing fine. No slipping. Driving carefully. But they always say in bad conditions, it's other people you need to worry about. Yeah.
As I'm rounding up Route 9 in Marlboro, VT, right near to the autobody center, a truck with a snowplow comes barrelling around the corner out of control very fast. He is swerving all over the place. I suddenly realize I need to get the hell out of his way or I'm dead meat. I end up in a ditch. I'm fine. Car is fine. Person behind me who was also run off the road is fine. Their car is fine. Dude in the plow truck hit the guard rail a few times, but his truck is nearly undamaged. He was really terrified. Poor guy. He knew what had just happened and how very, very fortunate we all were, particularly him. He knew he could have killed us and himself. He was young, maybe in his late 20s, working on his crusty Vermonter credibility. But he was definitely terrified. As soon as I ascertained we were all fine, I mostly wanted to know if he was fine. He said his neck hurt and he didn't know if he hit his head or not. I mentioned he might want to take some ibuprofin when he got home.
Luckily, we were right across from the place with good tow trucks and very generous fellows. So, they pulled us right out. I got our plow guy's insurance info in case anything funny happens with my car later as a result of being totally belly buried in snow. But generally speaking, it all ended fine.
SO, I'm really glad to not be dead, because if he had gotten any closer, I would have been and so would the very nice folks that were behind me and so would have this poor plow guy. I think I'm not dead because I'm really not done here (and I have good driving reflexes). I certainly feel not very done at all. Lots to do, experience, be, etc. Very happy where I am. So, the next time there is a meeting during a crappy day up a precarious hill, I will not be going, no matter how careful I know I can be or how good my car is.
But I did realize something else. Whenever I've had some sort of trauma, all I want is breakfast. I think it's because I feel I get to start the day over with breakfast, no matter what time of day it is. So I had a huge coffee and a yummy egg sandwich with bacon. I did feel comforted.
(Breathes in. . . breathes out. . .)
As I'm rounding up Route 9 in Marlboro, VT, right near to the autobody center, a truck with a snowplow comes barrelling around the corner out of control very fast. He is swerving all over the place. I suddenly realize I need to get the hell out of his way or I'm dead meat. I end up in a ditch. I'm fine. Car is fine. Person behind me who was also run off the road is fine. Their car is fine. Dude in the plow truck hit the guard rail a few times, but his truck is nearly undamaged. He was really terrified. Poor guy. He knew what had just happened and how very, very fortunate we all were, particularly him. He knew he could have killed us and himself. He was young, maybe in his late 20s, working on his crusty Vermonter credibility. But he was definitely terrified. As soon as I ascertained we were all fine, I mostly wanted to know if he was fine. He said his neck hurt and he didn't know if he hit his head or not. I mentioned he might want to take some ibuprofin when he got home.
Luckily, we were right across from the place with good tow trucks and very generous fellows. So, they pulled us right out. I got our plow guy's insurance info in case anything funny happens with my car later as a result of being totally belly buried in snow. But generally speaking, it all ended fine.
SO, I'm really glad to not be dead, because if he had gotten any closer, I would have been and so would the very nice folks that were behind me and so would have this poor plow guy. I think I'm not dead because I'm really not done here (and I have good driving reflexes). I certainly feel not very done at all. Lots to do, experience, be, etc. Very happy where I am. So, the next time there is a meeting during a crappy day up a precarious hill, I will not be going, no matter how careful I know I can be or how good my car is.
But I did realize something else. Whenever I've had some sort of trauma, all I want is breakfast. I think it's because I feel I get to start the day over with breakfast, no matter what time of day it is. So I had a huge coffee and a yummy egg sandwich with bacon. I did feel comforted.
(Breathes in. . . breathes out. . .)