Lowbatts
Gold Member
Hit a hilltop on the other side of town this morning while trying to drive down to a wooded site. Sheet of ice! As the big blue Lowbatts Venture slid sideways down the grade, I noticed a police officer staring up me from the intersection at the bottom of the hill.
The intersection she was slid off of herself while responding to the car down in the deep ditch at the edge of it. Well at least the wrecker had slid into a good position in the intersection also. The other car off the road almost up on one side had just slid out when it saw the action ahead. She didn't move to fast as I slid helplessly toward her, since she was standing on a two+ inch sheet of ice.
But as I had time to think about impact in that slow motion slide into the intersection I decided what the heck! Threw the van into neutral and kicked on the parking brakes. That stopped that idiotic brake pumping which was doing nothing and straightened my slide out into one direction toward the ditch on the upside of the intersection, missing all the potential action.
So I didn't get in too deep and drove out asking her when the salt trucks would arrive to slide down the hill and spill some salt as they overturned. She said they were on their way. I came home, satisfied with the few clad from the last sledding hill I had left. Those woods can wait.
Have fun!
The intersection she was slid off of herself while responding to the car down in the deep ditch at the edge of it. Well at least the wrecker had slid into a good position in the intersection also. The other car off the road almost up on one side had just slid out when it saw the action ahead. She didn't move to fast as I slid helplessly toward her, since she was standing on a two+ inch sheet of ice.
But as I had time to think about impact in that slow motion slide into the intersection I decided what the heck! Threw the van into neutral and kicked on the parking brakes. That stopped that idiotic brake pumping which was doing nothing and straightened my slide out into one direction toward the ditch on the upside of the intersection, missing all the potential action.
So I didn't get in too deep and drove out asking her when the salt trucks would arrive to slide down the hill and spill some salt as they overturned. She said they were on their way. I came home, satisfied with the few clad from the last sledding hill I had left. Those woods can wait.
Have fun!
