The Landscaping Truck Didn't Hit Me
Thank goodness. Despite me moving at little more than an idle, neither my brakes nor my steering were overcoming the slight downhill cant of the road to bring me to a stop. Finally, I managed to veer toward the middle of the road, and came to a stop partially on top of the snow-covered median. The driver backed back into the driveway he'd come out of, parked, and came running to repeatedly apologize and push me back off median, and apologize again, telling me that he barely got his heavy truck to stop before hitting me (thank goodness I had room to dodge). Once he got me free of the median, he stood there to tell traffic to wait so I could get back into my lane and drive away.
I slowed down more.
The SUV driver who just had to make a left turn in front of me to go to the casino a few seconds sooner didn't collide with me either, but I had to dodge him as well. Once again, I was headed downhill. Once again, the best I could do was veer toward oncoming traffic, this time in the hope that the SUV driver was going fast enough for me to go around him. Thank goodness the other casino-goers in the left turn lane wanted to bet on cards or dice or slot machines, not on road conditions. I went around the SUV's tail end and proceeded on my way.
I tested the brakes on the open grid section of the bridge. They worked fine--there, where the new-fallen snow had been able to keep falling. Nothing to do but keep on driving, though.
The impatient sports-car driver who gave in to the urge to pass me on the right even though I had my turn signal on and was moving in that direction didn't manage to side-swipe me, though I don't know how. He didn't even get far for his trouble, since only three or four car lengths ahead in that lane was a city bus.
Finally, the bus moved and I could turn off 6th Street, and my ride became less eventful, though not less slippery. I'm home safe, and I still have a sparkly purple car, though right now it is a car of indeterminate color, covered with sparkly, fluffy, beautiful new snow.
It can continue to look like that until morning. I am *NOT* going to Walgreens for my prescription or to the store for groceries or anywhere else until the snow isn't so pretty
and new
and
slippery.
I slowed down more.
The SUV driver who just had to make a left turn in front of me to go to the casino a few seconds sooner didn't collide with me either, but I had to dodge him as well. Once again, I was headed downhill. Once again, the best I could do was veer toward oncoming traffic, this time in the hope that the SUV driver was going fast enough for me to go around him. Thank goodness the other casino-goers in the left turn lane wanted to bet on cards or dice or slot machines, not on road conditions. I went around the SUV's tail end and proceeded on my way.
I tested the brakes on the open grid section of the bridge. They worked fine--there, where the new-fallen snow had been able to keep falling. Nothing to do but keep on driving, though.
The impatient sports-car driver who gave in to the urge to pass me on the right even though I had my turn signal on and was moving in that direction didn't manage to side-swipe me, though I don't know how. He didn't even get far for his trouble, since only three or four car lengths ahead in that lane was a city bus.
Finally, the bus moved and I could turn off 6th Street, and my ride became less eventful, though not less slippery. I'm home safe, and I still have a sparkly purple car, though right now it is a car of indeterminate color, covered with sparkly, fluffy, beautiful new snow.
It can continue to look like that until morning. I am *NOT* going to Walgreens for my prescription or to the store for groceries or anywhere else until the snow isn't so pretty
and new
and
slippery.