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'Icey roads suck....'
15 years ago
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... or 'Ice is made of Satan & Evil.'
Where shall I begin? At the beginning, I guess.
My shift for work was 8:30am this morning. I promised a coworker I'd take them in when I left, so I left at 7:30am to get him, and breakfast @ McDonald's. As I live about 3minutes drive time from my place of employment, this SHOULD have been plenty of time.
Now, we have two 'streets' in my apartment complex, three if you want to count the entrance as a separate street. These streets connect at the entrance, and together at the other end with a curve; my street also having a circle on the other side of that curve. Like the letter 'D' with a period beside it.
D.
Like that there. Now, behind my car & to the left, across my street, is the dumpster. To back out towards the left, as icy as my road is, I felt would cause me to slide the back of my car into said dumpster, or the brick wall surrounding it. So I reverse to the right, intending to take the curve of the 'D'.
I did not factor in the exact incline of that curve, however, and made it to the very top, before my tires said, "Fuck this shit, we quit!"
The span in place, causing me to start sliding forward towards parked cars. My breaks are good, however, and I stopped giving gas, applied them slowly, and stopped myself from hitting parked cars.
I put this 2009 Sebring into reverse to try to back down. I feel myself sliding yet again and slowly force the brake pedal to the floor, stopping just about 4 feet from hitting more parked cars.
These ladies, gents and anyone in between, is where I stayed. I put her in park, put on my emergency brake, and waited. The maintenance man told me the salt truck would be by (after they get out of a ditch they slid into) and let me use his cell phone to call work and say I'll be late & why, and my friend to say I won't be picking him up, and why.
After waiting over an hour, the salt truck finally arrives. The go down the straight of the 'D', and, sadly take the curve. -.-;
The stop next to me, dropping salt, then proceed to hit the gas. No go, so they put on their brakes.
The wheels stop....the truck does not...
I grip the wheel and mumble a nervous line of swear words a mile a minute. Their truck veers into the front driver's side of my car, as we BOTH slide towards parked cars.
At my complex, after every few parking spaces is a curb of shrubbery. This curb stops them...my brakes stop me. I have avoided hitting any cars.
After much coaxing by everyone who is now gathered, I SLOWLY back up so we can see the damage.
None. Somehow, by luck, miracle, or religious grace, their rubber running board hit only my tire, and no damage was done. No dents, dings, scratches, scuffs, or even paint marks.
I then proceed, with direction, to SLOWLY back down the hill, find a parking space, and get a ride to work.
This was my day. I hate ice. I hate it with a fucking passion.
Where shall I begin? At the beginning, I guess.
My shift for work was 8:30am this morning. I promised a coworker I'd take them in when I left, so I left at 7:30am to get him, and breakfast @ McDonald's. As I live about 3minutes drive time from my place of employment, this SHOULD have been plenty of time.
Now, we have two 'streets' in my apartment complex, three if you want to count the entrance as a separate street. These streets connect at the entrance, and together at the other end with a curve; my street also having a circle on the other side of that curve. Like the letter 'D' with a period beside it.
D.
Like that there. Now, behind my car & to the left, across my street, is the dumpster. To back out towards the left, as icy as my road is, I felt would cause me to slide the back of my car into said dumpster, or the brick wall surrounding it. So I reverse to the right, intending to take the curve of the 'D'.
I did not factor in the exact incline of that curve, however, and made it to the very top, before my tires said, "Fuck this shit, we quit!"
The span in place, causing me to start sliding forward towards parked cars. My breaks are good, however, and I stopped giving gas, applied them slowly, and stopped myself from hitting parked cars.
I put this 2009 Sebring into reverse to try to back down. I feel myself sliding yet again and slowly force the brake pedal to the floor, stopping just about 4 feet from hitting more parked cars.
These ladies, gents and anyone in between, is where I stayed. I put her in park, put on my emergency brake, and waited. The maintenance man told me the salt truck would be by (after they get out of a ditch they slid into) and let me use his cell phone to call work and say I'll be late & why, and my friend to say I won't be picking him up, and why.
After waiting over an hour, the salt truck finally arrives. The go down the straight of the 'D', and, sadly take the curve. -.-;
The stop next to me, dropping salt, then proceed to hit the gas. No go, so they put on their brakes.
The wheels stop....the truck does not...
I grip the wheel and mumble a nervous line of swear words a mile a minute. Their truck veers into the front driver's side of my car, as we BOTH slide towards parked cars.
At my complex, after every few parking spaces is a curb of shrubbery. This curb stops them...my brakes stop me. I have avoided hitting any cars.
After much coaxing by everyone who is now gathered, I SLOWLY back up so we can see the damage.
None. Somehow, by luck, miracle, or religious grace, their rubber running board hit only my tire, and no damage was done. No dents, dings, scratches, scuffs, or even paint marks.
I then proceed, with direction, to SLOWLY back down the hill, find a parking space, and get a ride to work.
This was my day. I hate ice. I hate it with a fucking passion.
I'm still glancing back at the part about the salt truck sliding into a ditch, and trying to imagine how any business could possibly be open in that kind of weather. Personally, I'd take that as a sign that nature has WON, and go hide under every blanket in the house until mid-April.