The First Drive of Winter
It was the first drive home from work tonight in terrible winter weather. It's been freezing cold and icy and then we got about 2 inches of snow. The first drive is always the worst for me and I spend it hunched over like Quasimodo with the grip of death on the steering wheel and talking to myself "just take it slow, Pamela, it's not a race". It's funny how I use my long and formal name when I talk to myself and sometimes I mutter under my breath about other drivers that are out to kill me.
As I was approaching a traffic light doing about 30 it went red and I knew I couldn't make it so braked and the back end of the Jeep did a little scary number on me and I could feel that feeling when you know you have no control on what's going to happen next. Thankfully, it was just a little skid but my heart was pumping in my chest when I got home. I know it'll get better and I'll get more confident by about, oh April but I do hate the long Ohio winter. One of my friends that's in Arizona right now said on Facebook today that she was driving with the window down, her arm slung casually out as she cruised past the palm trees. Ahhh, wouldn't that be nice right now.