Dillinger
Guerrilla Ontologist
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- Sep 19, 2000
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Fucking SLEET and SNOW... Damn...
So I'm OK... I'm in Boston. I'm here.
Couple hours ago - driving with very little visibility on I-84 I lost control of my car. I must have swerved in and out of my lane for at least a quarter mile before regaining full contol - at one point coming within an inch of slamming into a large truck. Is my job worth it? No.
Good thing I have grown up and lived most of my life in the Northeast because I knew enough not to trust my instincts - which is to slam on your brakes and steer in the opposite direction from which you're driving. That's the worst thing you can do. I mainly laid off the brake steered into the swerve and then tried to regain control before smashing into something.
And do you know the stupidest thing of all? What's going through my mind the whole time. Not the likelihood that I would spend the next year in traction but embarrasment... wondering what the other drivers must be thinking of the idiot slip sliding all over the road. That's what was going through my mind... at least until I regained control and the adrenline started to subside then I was thinking...
How many fucking near death experiences does one person need in a few short months.
Fuck.
So I'm OK... I'm in Boston. I'm here.
Couple hours ago - driving with very little visibility on I-84 I lost control of my car. I must have swerved in and out of my lane for at least a quarter mile before regaining full contol - at one point coming within an inch of slamming into a large truck. Is my job worth it? No.
Good thing I have grown up and lived most of my life in the Northeast because I knew enough not to trust my instincts - which is to slam on your brakes and steer in the opposite direction from which you're driving. That's the worst thing you can do. I mainly laid off the brake steered into the swerve and then tried to regain control before smashing into something.
And do you know the stupidest thing of all? What's going through my mind the whole time. Not the likelihood that I would spend the next year in traction but embarrasment... wondering what the other drivers must be thinking of the idiot slip sliding all over the road. That's what was going through my mind... at least until I regained control and the adrenline started to subside then I was thinking...
How many fucking near death experiences does one person need in a few short months.
Fuck.