Nice.
55 miles of black ice. I don’t think I was in control fothe car for 10 percent of the trip home. My buttcheeks are so clenched you couldn’t drive a pin up my ass wiht a jackhammer.
55 miles of black ice. I don’t think I was in control fothe car for 10 percent of the trip home. My buttcheeks are so clenched you couldn’t drive a pin up my ass wiht a jackhammer.
Let me guess – I-65. In the wintertime, the Playground of the Devil. I never hear of similar problems on the roughly parallel (at least for a while, in a roundabout way) US 41 and US 231. Maybe it’s the total lack of tree line to keep the wind from raking across the roadbed. For whatever reason, any patch of trees they try to introduce out there dies. So snow drifts, and black ice rules.
I lost an acquaintance from an iced I-65, and once, while coming back from a seminar in Indy, I was hit from behind. His car spun 180 and was going backwards next to me on my left at my speed, 45 mph. Tapping the brakes was futility, and we just looked at each other and rode it out until he slowly slid into the median. He was fine, but buried window deep in powder. As I walked across the road to check on him while calling 911 (I had to back up a quarter mile on the rumble strip to get back to his spot), the most unsettling thing was knowing that I had to pull back out onto it to drive the rest of the way until I could exit to a place where I could pick up 231.
I hate that road.
294. Not much different.
That shit’s evil. Glad ya got home with your fenders still on the truck.
thanks Dick. I was glad to pull in the garage ill tell you.
You need to work over the ‘net if possible.
20 years flying for Uncle Sam, then several years driving the snowy deer-infested roads of NW PA convinced me that unless somebody else is paying a lot of milage cost, my ass don’t wanna be driving.
I stumbled into my current work-from-home gig. Best deal I could EVER imagine.
Wuck Finter.
Mark