So, drivin home this morning. Its (ironically) raining, with snow still on the grass. I figure it may be a bit slick so I'm not James Bonding it down the road. After about 30 miles of nary a rear wiggle I'm fairly confident and not too worried. Then we get the the exit ramp for I-35. I breeze off onto it at a 50-ish and once I get on it touch the brakes. Only thing I get in return is the jackhammer of anti locks. Hmmm. Stop sign comin up fast....Muscles tensing more, frantically forcing the pedal in a vain attempt the tires will catch SOMETHING and heave the beast to a stop. I can see pretty early on it aint gonna happen. This is a one way ticket through the stop sign and down the on ramp. So, I start lookin for traffic. What i can see is a semi parked on the on ramp, about half way to the side. At this point I figure I have 3 worst cases. Its either steak time, or suck tail time
1) T-bone, grilled and served by me.
2) T-bone, grilled and served by another
3) Give an 80,000 pound (possible) semi an enema.
Well, Fate favors the dumb today. I blew past ther stop sign like a deadline on a long project. WOOOSH! Fortunately, the crosslanes were traffic free except for 1 car about 100-150 yards down. Also, those lanes werent icy (Same condition as most of the roads) so the tires grabbed and by the time I got to the on ramp I didnt go 15 feet down it, easily avoiding the truck.
Wooo, yeah that made my butthole pucker up this morning.
1) T-bone, grilled and served by me.
2) T-bone, grilled and served by another
3) Give an 80,000 pound (possible) semi an enema.
Well, Fate favors the dumb today. I blew past ther stop sign like a deadline on a long project. WOOOSH! Fortunately, the crosslanes were traffic free except for 1 car about 100-150 yards down. Also, those lanes werent icy (Same condition as most of the roads) so the tires grabbed and by the time I got to the on ramp I didnt go 15 feet down it, easily avoiding the truck.
Wooo, yeah that made my butthole pucker up this morning.
