slippity slide

My morning started like this.

I woke up early and when I got out to my car to warm it up I noticed a thick layer of ice over the entire thing... that could not be scraped off with my walmart gift card.

I cranked up the defrosters on the windshield and the back window, but the side mirrors would not defrost, of course. So I poured some water from a random water bottle I found in my car, and frantically tried to scrape before it froze again.

After 15 minutes, I had removed enough ice to start driving my car. I kept the defroster and the windshield wipers going, and as I was driving little chunks would break off. Kinda satisfying.

I had texted my coworker who gets there at 2am to ask her how bad the roads were, and she said to stay under 30-40 mph and take the feeder.

So I did. There were a few slippery spots but I was doing pretty good. I even saw people getting on the freeway, but I figured I'd stay on the feeder for a minute. After about 5 minutes, I was cruising along at a pace of about 35mph when the light up ahead changed to red.

I braked, naturally, and realized I was on a huge patch of ice. I slid here and I slid there, I spun around... and at about this point I'm getting flash backs from my accident because it happened eerily in the same manner. I wasn't panicky or anything; I was thinking that my insurance would cover whatever happened and I was going too slow to hurt myself- as long as I didn't slide into the intersection and hit someone. Also, if it wasn't in my car and I wasn't in danger it totally would have been fun.

I must have ran into a curb or hopped the median (THANK GOD it wasn't a pole or a wall) because I ran into something and stopped. At this point I was facing backwards so I couldn't see what I had ran into. The impact wasn't huge, so I figured I could just drive away... but my car was not responding. Fuck fuck fuck. I turned it off, said a prayer, and it started back up again. Then I drove off onto a side street, got out, checked my car & tires, and everything was fine!

Then, for some crazy reason I can't explain, I got onto the freeway. Maybe I thought there would be less ice. The second I got on, I saw people ahead of me sliding around on the overpass. Son of a bittttch. So, I put on my hazard lights and drove over the bridge going 20 miles an hour, at some points almost stopping. It was odd to be going that slow on the freeway.

I exited, and took the rest of the drive to work no faster than 20 miles an hour. Even that felt fast, because I kept sliding for brief moments. What flabbergasted me was that there were people hauling ass on the freeway and on the feeder, sliding around. Idiots! No wonder there were 12-car pileups today.

The point of my story: no one should have been out on the road this morning and I'm damn lucky I didn't get hurt or hurt anyone else.

Oh yeah. Don't tell mom or dad. And especially don't tell Chris. There's no reason for them to know I technically got into an accident today.