I hate that they can never do this on a weekend so that I can enjoy it. I love to play in the snow. Instead they set it up so that the worst of the storm is during my morning commute.
|OK, I made this with Paint, but this is basically what it looked like outside (those dark blobs are supposed to be trees in the distance).|
I made a list in my head of the things I saw as I drove, and tried not to white knuckle it. The night before it rained, and then snowed, so it was a bit like driving around on an skating rink. I kept expecting sweepers to run outside and and polish the ice in front of the cars like it was some big curling contest.
- Car off the side of the road, less than a mile from where I get on to Highway 287. There is a grassy area between the north and south areas, and at that part, it is a little divet in the ground. The car had its hazards on, and a guy was sitting inside with his head on his steering wheel. I rubbernecked as much as I could without crashing until I saw him sit up. He was talking on the phone. Oh good, he wasn't dead and he had a phone. I didn't have to try to figure out if I should stop to help him. I'm not sure I could have stopped without crashing.
- There was a black newer-model Saab on the side a few hundred yards from the one and only light on this stretch of road. It also had its hazards on, but no one was inside. There was no obvious damage, and it is still on the road, partially in the lane. Did he run out of gas?
- I saw two more cars on the neutral ground between lanes, but I couldn't see much more than their roofs as I was in the right lane. I decided it would be better drive slow and let the SUV fuckers speed by after I fishtailed a couple of times.
- Traffic came to a stop, with many skids and slides from everyone. We were pushed into the left lane, and then into the turn lane by a firetruck blocking both lanes. There are two tow trucks with cars loaded up behind him, but not much else to see. No fire at all. I am always kind of disappointed whenever I see a fire truck and no fire, and I feel guilty about it. The cars did not look too badly damaged, but I could only see one side of them.
- There was a pick-up truck with an S.Cargo top that drove off the right side of the road, went through a field where he left muddy tracks, and apparently did a donut. There was a police car with lights flashing parked above, and I could see the officer scrambling down the embankment. He needed snow boots as I could see the snow sticking to his socks. There was no one in the truck.
- Just before I got to my turnoff on Highway 66, there was a red car, again in the middle. I was just wondering how many people off the side I missed as I drove by because I was paying attention to the road when I saw this guy: A man in a suit is sitting inside the red car looking pissed off. I had to slam on the brakes after that and felt my car do the little heart-stoppy-slidey-slidey because the car in front of me was going less than 15 miles per hour. Asshole. I didn't crash, though, thank the gods of the anti-lock brakes.
- When I got to Highway 66, I had a couple miles to decide if I wanted to go through town and deal with the other drivers, or go west a little and skirt around town and go through Hygiene. I went for Hygiene, and I saw a Isuzu Rodeo do a 360, then catch itself and keep going as though nothing were happening. The driver, a woman in her late 30's or early 40's was laughing maniacally/hysterically. The teenager in the passenger seat appeared to be texting. I am not sure if he noticed that anything happened.
- In Hygene, where the speed limit is 30 all the time, I was going just under 30 when a large pickup truck decided to tail gate me. I took my foot off the gas and allowed myself to go slower and slower. I just assumed he wanted me to drive slower, or he wouldn't be so close. He turned at the single four way stop in town, his back end skipping about. He may have looked angry, but it couldn't have been because of me, could it?
|See? My artistic rendition of the landscape wasn't actually that far off. And yes, I know it's blurry. I was kind of, you know, DRIVING at the time.|
I felt a little bit like an asshole going home early, as most of the roads were pretty clear. Then I hit a patch of black ice and the only reason I stayed on the highway was that I happened to be driving in a straight line at the time.
It is a disconcerting thought that I sometimes risk my life in order to sit in a cubicle all day.
P.S. It snowed again on Friday night and Saturday morning. I drove my car up to the mountains to go for a hike. Why is it so much easier to brave the shitty weather when it's something I want to do?