We had our first blizzard warning for parts of our area. And about this time, I think people realize, it's time to seriously slow down.
Luckily my husband got the snow tires put on my car today. He got up early to make sure they were on. How sweet!
I have to admit, I have often thought it would be fun to be a race car driver. But in the snow, I become a wimp of giant proportions. I go so slow, that I generally do not take the highways.
I'm more concerned about the people I see speeding by me, who seem close to a major spin-out. In my vision, they'd spin out of control and smash into me.
That's why, during blizzard weather, I am on the side streets. I figure if someone crashes into my car, they are probably not traveling at a high rate of speed. That as we all know reduces the chance of a life threatening injury.
I guess my fear of the snow stems from an incident that happened when I was young. I spun out on a two lane highway in southern Illinois, and ended up in a ditch. Being a teenager, I was petrified. Luckily a farm family was nice enough to help me out. Still I was terrified. I never forgot that feeling of being out of control because of an icy road.
And maybe that's a good thing. Because all these years later, I practice defensive driving in the snow.
However, it's not uncommon for some impatient driver to speed by me, give me a dirty look. But once in awhile, I'll catch up with Speedy Gonzales, after their vehicle has spun off the road into a ditch. Then I thank God for my common sense and Karma.