Mother Nature
is a spiteful, hateful wench. She has a twisted sense of humor which tries to make life uncomfortable for people. Her idea of a joke last night, carried over into this morning and nearly killed me.Last night in Wichita and the surrounding county, she spit ice and didn't let me know. I'm cruising on my way to school with my cruise set at 70, enjoying myself, laughing at the Bob and Tom Show when I noticed that the road was wet all of the sudden. We're talking dry to wet, like someone turned on a hose and sprayed from above. Traffic was slowing down so I had to as well.
At the county line, the wet went to ice. I know this because I starting sliding at 55. My back tires caught a dry patch, which managed to propel me enough into the tire tracks, that I was able to right the ship so to speak. My heart was a bit poundy.
Of course, the roads were drier than the desert after class.
posted by Rusty @ 4:56 PM
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