Written on Friday, February 16, 2007 by Jessica
On a curvy stretch of road this morning, I spun the car around 450 degrees and planted it in a snowbank. (Disclosure: Seth was not in the car.)
It happened pretty fast, but I had enough time to form several thoughts though: "Too fast. I hope the car doesn't flip when I hit the snowbank. *WHAM*/*CRASH* Did a window just shatter? [Still spinning.] *THUD* [Car comes to rest.] Shit." It then occurred to me that Baby's Daddy was ice fishing and would be very unhappy about having to drive down to get me out.
I got out of the car and looked as the road. It had a slimy coating of snow and salt and dirt. Slippery stuff. You can't see it, but I should've know better. The car's nose was in a snowbank. The ass end was hanging out well into the lane. My situation had actually been better while I was still spinning. Now I was in danger of being hit by other cars. In fact, I nearly did cause an accident because one car slowed down and the SUV behind him nearly hit him while spinning a 180.
A minivan full of skiers stopped. A dad and three teen boys jumped out to push. Then a pickup with a couple of guys stopped to offer a tow rope. My heroes.