white-knuckles
It snowed 7 inches last night. The worst snow in a while I think. It wasn't nearly this bad last winter (damn global warming, I'm sure).
My car is NOT made for snow...or rain for that matter (Mitsubishi Eclipse).
I got up early this morning, knowing I'd be a granny on the road.
It took me about 10 minutes to clean the mountain of snow off my car, plus another 5 just to get out of my driveway. Had to take a "run-and-go" for the road (oh my do I hate "run-and-go"s).
The roads were bad.
I'm on my way to work (reaally slowly) and I call my boss to let him know that I'm on my way, but I'll be late, because the interstate is pretty bad. He told me that up head the interestate was closed. I said, "Well, do I get off the interstate, get back on, and go on home?" (pwwease?) He says, "Oh no. Just get off and come the back way..."
Fine. Whatever.
My hands are shaking as I drive and I'm suckin' down a cigarette like it's my last. I see up ahead that the interstate is open (unlike what boss said). He calls as I reach that point to let me know they've re-opened the interstate. He says to take it slow and safe (my flashers on and going 35 in a 70 zone is pretty safe to me).
The intestate was just a layer of packed, slick, snow.
I'm coasting around a curve (on a bridge, by the way) and all of the sudden...my car decides it wants to go sideways. I try...but to no avail. I just let go and let my car turn completely sideways. I close my eyes for a second for sure that some guy in a big Dodge Ram goin' 50 is going to obliterate me. Someone (yes, in a truck...so easy for them!) barely clips me as they roar by. The small SUV behind me kind of runs into the concrete barrier (um...oops) and then drives on. I turn my wheel and get over the mound of snow back on to the interstate without a major incedent.
About a mile or so down the road...it happens again. Only this time I can see headlights through my windshield heading straight towards me. I'd pretty much turned myself around so I was facing traffic! I sat there...my flashers still on...waiting for the traffic to avoid me. I realize I'm going to have to reverse myself back onto the interstate.
Why?! Why does my boss think this is just no big deal? It's 6am. The roads obviously haven't been treated well or they're so far gone the salt trucks have given up in this area....
I back up once I see the coast is clear and make my way again...going 20mph now.
Yeah. I made it to work...15 minutes late. My boss said, "You should have left earlier."
I did. Albeit only 25 minutes earlier than usual...
"You knew it was snowing, you should have taken the back roads and not the interstate."
Oh...I wanted to squeeze his head like a monstrous zit...
How was I supposed to know that the secondary roads were going to be any better?!
This morning was just a disaster.
If I could afford a new car, I would totally go for something that handles well in snow and rain. Not a sports car. My car is already paid off, so to my parents, there's no reason to get another car ( I know...).
I hate my car now. Hate it with a passion.
I'm already planning on getting a Master's which I'll have to take a loan out for I'm sure. I'm planning on moving out on my own for the first time (scary! bills!).
There's no way I could afford a car payment.
Ugh.
My car is NOT made for snow...or rain for that matter (Mitsubishi Eclipse).
I got up early this morning, knowing I'd be a granny on the road.
It took me about 10 minutes to clean the mountain of snow off my car, plus another 5 just to get out of my driveway. Had to take a "run-and-go" for the road (oh my do I hate "run-and-go"s).
The roads were bad.
I'm on my way to work (reaally slowly) and I call my boss to let him know that I'm on my way, but I'll be late, because the interstate is pretty bad. He told me that up head the interestate was closed. I said, "Well, do I get off the interstate, get back on, and go on home?" (pwwease?) He says, "Oh no. Just get off and come the back way..."
Fine. Whatever.
My hands are shaking as I drive and I'm suckin' down a cigarette like it's my last. I see up ahead that the interstate is open (unlike what boss said). He calls as I reach that point to let me know they've re-opened the interstate. He says to take it slow and safe (my flashers on and going 35 in a 70 zone is pretty safe to me).
The intestate was just a layer of packed, slick, snow.
I'm coasting around a curve (on a bridge, by the way) and all of the sudden...my car decides it wants to go sideways. I try...but to no avail. I just let go and let my car turn completely sideways. I close my eyes for a second for sure that some guy in a big Dodge Ram goin' 50 is going to obliterate me. Someone (yes, in a truck...so easy for them!) barely clips me as they roar by. The small SUV behind me kind of runs into the concrete barrier (um...oops) and then drives on. I turn my wheel and get over the mound of snow back on to the interstate without a major incedent.
About a mile or so down the road...it happens again. Only this time I can see headlights through my windshield heading straight towards me. I'd pretty much turned myself around so I was facing traffic! I sat there...my flashers still on...waiting for the traffic to avoid me. I realize I'm going to have to reverse myself back onto the interstate.
Why?! Why does my boss think this is just no big deal? It's 6am. The roads obviously haven't been treated well or they're so far gone the salt trucks have given up in this area....
I back up once I see the coast is clear and make my way again...going 20mph now.
Yeah. I made it to work...15 minutes late. My boss said, "You should have left earlier."
I did. Albeit only 25 minutes earlier than usual...
"You knew it was snowing, you should have taken the back roads and not the interstate."
Oh...I wanted to squeeze his head like a monstrous zit...
How was I supposed to know that the secondary roads were going to be any better?!
This morning was just a disaster.
If I could afford a new car, I would totally go for something that handles well in snow and rain. Not a sports car. My car is already paid off, so to my parents, there's no reason to get another car ( I know...).
I hate my car now. Hate it with a passion.
I'm already planning on getting a Master's which I'll have to take a loan out for I'm sure. I'm planning on moving out on my own for the first time (scary! bills!).
There's no way I could afford a car payment.
Ugh.
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i hate the snow period. the thought of snow creates a personality change akin to Dr. Robert Banner's morph onto the Incredible Hulk. Seattle had quite a few snowdumps this year (2 to be specific) and at my office, I was the only one to take her measly arse to work, everyone (with cars, dammit, I bus everywhere!) stayed home. It was terribly. I don't want to live anywhere with a THREAT of snow at anytime. It's like Stephen Colbert said, if it's global warming, then why the hell am I freezing my ass off? |
