I was reminded of this hellish story of my own driving this morning.
<bg> Until I bought my car, I was borrowing my dad's SUV. It was great little gas guzzling pos. It hadn't had a tire change in five years, it had a giant crack in the windshield and two years ago (when this story happened), the four wheel drive went out on it, but it was a vehicle! </bg>
Two years ago in Nutmeg land, we were having a really, really bad winter. It snowing regularly and it was hell for me, because I came from PA where we got snow...occasionaly.
This particular day, I'm driving home from work and the snow had piled up about six inches and counting. I'm at a dead stop at a red light. The light turns green and I'm turning left. Remember the part about the SUV having bad tires and no four wheel drive? I drifted right as I was turning left. I almost made friends with a light pole. I'm totally calm, because, honestly, this was not the first time that I'd drifted in that car (don't get me started on handling it in the rain). I felt bad for the lady at the red light watching me with this look of horror .
I got home and pitched a bit of a fit. Sadly, my father just thought I was being dramatic.
I didn't hit anything, thank goodness, but man oh man was I terrified to drive that SUV again.
<bg> Until I bought my car, I was borrowing my dad's SUV. It was great little gas guzzling pos. It hadn't had a tire change in five years, it had a giant crack in the windshield and two years ago (when this story happened), the four wheel drive went out on it, but it was a vehicle! </bg>
Two years ago in Nutmeg land, we were having a really, really bad winter. It snowing regularly and it was hell for me, because I came from PA where we got snow...occasionaly.
This particular day, I'm driving home from work and the snow had piled up about six inches and counting. I'm at a dead stop at a red light. The light turns green and I'm turning left. Remember the part about the SUV having bad tires and no four wheel drive? I drifted right as I was turning left. I almost made friends with a light pole. I'm totally calm, because, honestly, this was not the first time that I'd drifted in that car (don't get me started on handling it in the rain). I felt bad for the lady at the red light watching me with this look of horror .
I got home and pitched a bit of a fit. Sadly, my father just thought I was being dramatic.
I didn't hit anything, thank goodness, but man oh man was I terrified to drive that SUV again.
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