Tuesday, January 26, 2010
I am not a fan of winter driving.
Which is unfortunate since I live in a place that has winter for half the year.
It is not that I don't know HOW to drive in winter conditions... I have done it for 18 years... it is just that I hate it. Passionately.
And just in case you think that is just silly let me tell you what happened to me this fine afternoon while I was driving my son home.
We were stopped at a red light on a relatively steep hill facing up. There are two cars in front of us and a few behind us. Suddenly we start sliding backwards. I am stopped completely and my foot is firmly on the brake and yet we are very slowly going backwards. I begin to panic. I put the van in park. Still sliding backwards. Folks behind us start backing up. I start doing everything I know how to do to get the stupid van moving forward. I try going sideways. I try flooring it. I try going slow. Nothing. After a few light changes and backing the wretched van halfway down the hill I finally manage to get the stupid van to turn enough to catch on a rough patch and we get moving... slowly and with much spinning of tires. I avoided stopping once again at the red light by turning off that hateful road. Eventually I made it home.
But during that ordeal I was terrified. My son was freaking out in the backseat. I was praying outloud asking God to help the stupid van up the stupid hill and home.
It was not fun.
When I got home I was more than a little upset and my husband said these very helpful words:
"That never happens to me when I drive".