Well those picks didn't work out too well. I'll try again Friday.
Neal and I were talking about the icy roads today. He was slipping all over the place this morning. I told my story about the time I slid down Pope Street near the Clasky Common Park. Couldn't stop. Prayed no one was coming on Purchase St. Do you have a story about sliding and being out of control? To me that's the worst feeling.
1 comments:
Boy, I'll bet we all have skidding stories.
Early morning a few weeks ago on a quiet Rt 140, I glanced in my rear view mirror and saw an SUV in the passing lane nearly sideswipe a mini cooper, when he cut over to the right lane. He continued into the breakdown lane and I thought he was trying to pass me on the right.
I glance over my right shoulder in time to see him go air born over the embankment and down into the woods. I realized that I was the only one around, and when I finally backtracked and located him in the brush, the guy was standing on top of his car all upset because he lost his coffee.
The vehicle was totaled, but because of belts and airbags, the guy was able to focus on the buck fifty he lost.
Good for him.
Post a Comment