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Apparently, I've gotten more laid back about crummy weather. Or more adjusted to it. Or at least less likely to freak.
This morning, I got myself stuck in my parents' driveway thanks to a healthy sheet of ice covered with several inches of slush. Not exactly conducive to making it around the right angle left turn and up the driveway. Managed to correct the 90 degrees of spin this created and got up the driveway after finding a little traction.
Then... less than half an hour later, I found myself at the top of a hill on a back country road, feeling the car slipping. Gradually applied brakes, maintained control of the car for as long as possible, and did a gentle slide off the road and into a small snow bank/pile. All without freaking, swearing, or generally losing my cool. After a few minutes to compose myself, I worked myself out of the snow pile and back and the road, making it to the bottom of the hill with no further drama. Go me.
This morning, I got myself stuck in my parents' driveway thanks to a healthy sheet of ice covered with several inches of slush. Not exactly conducive to making it around the right angle left turn and up the driveway. Managed to correct the 90 degrees of spin this created and got up the driveway after finding a little traction.
Then... less than half an hour later, I found myself at the top of a hill on a back country road, feeling the car slipping. Gradually applied brakes, maintained control of the car for as long as possible, and did a gentle slide off the road and into a small snow bank/pile. All without freaking, swearing, or generally losing my cool. After a few minutes to compose myself, I worked myself out of the snow pile and back and the road, making it to the bottom of the hill with no further drama. Go me.
