Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Note to self

And all others driving in the snow..

If you should find yourself in a clean lane, directly behind a snowplow, and should think of passing the beast, please consider whether or not you are actually in that much of a hurry.

I am fine, the car is fine.. So I passed the plow, then realized I didn't like how fast I was going, and put on the brakes. Brakes, it turns out, don't fuction at their best when the tires can't get proper traction. I found myself rounding a broad corner, going downhill, skiing essentially, and hoping desperately not to wrap my car around a signpost. Actually the signpost would have probably lost, but just as glad I didn't find out.

I felt my tires bounce off the curb, all the excess velocity had been killed, and my son got to hear an anglo-saxon noun. He asked, from under his blanket, if I was ok. I told him I was fine, had just been a little scared. This brought me into one of those traditionally endearing conversations with a 3-year old.

"Daddy was just scared."
"Why was daddy scared?"
"Becausee daddy was going too fast."
"Why were you going too fass?"
"It was an accident. A poor decision."
"Why did you have a poo cision?"

Keeping this blog up to date has a low priority, I will make no bones about it. Last week it didn't get touched, even mobile (as I am now), because some wonderful person got me a DS for christmas. She got hers for her birthday, and got plenty of games for it for the xmas, I am borrowing those... Love me some fnal fantasy. Love me some black magery in those games. There may in fact be useful applications of magic that don't inflict pain and suffering on others, but most of those can be replicated with cheap and effective potions.

Stay safe, folks. I was well aware of the hazards of snow driving, and one little choice nearly caused me a wreck. A choice that would have been ok if there had not been a hill so soon after. Scary stuff.


The Mushroom said...

I'm glad that you learned something from your poo cision and not in a seriously damaging way. Snow plows are our friends and our servants, but we must let them lead and do their good work.

Anglo-Saxon noun, not a Germanic (falsely attributed as an English acronym) word? Nemo got off lucky, and so would you when the Missus asks you concernedly why your scion is using the effwerd. :)

aag said...

That is scary. It's quite distressing to be reminded of the fragility of life. Last weekend my mom fell and we spent the evening in the emergency room. She broke her nose. It could have been worse, but it was scary enough. I don't know how people are ever brave enough to face the possiblity of their kids getting hurt--it's bad enough when it's your parent.

I'm glad you and your son are ok. You're right--snowplows are dangerous. In all the years my family made the winter drive to Montana, the only time we went off the road in the snow was when my dad tried to pass a snowplow.

Hope you stay safe.