Monday, December 21, 2009
Johnny asks; What is your greatest winter driving accomplishment?
Bad weather all around making for some dicey driving. Johnny wants to know what was your most heroic drive during winter? Feel free to praise yourselves. Johnny rode with an old friend, his girlfriend and Mrs. Action Space Punk long ago, Ann Arbor Michigan to Chicago in a full blown ice storm, normally a four hour trip that took 7. We lost count at 30 cars in ditches and medians. We had to make that trip, we were all helping friends move the next day. THAT was the best Johnny's seen.
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Nine hours, Chicago to Traverse City, usually around 6 hours. Freezing rain and yahoos on the road. I try to leave a lot of space between me and the car ahead and it paid off when the light pick-up in front of me went whirling dervish and spun a couple of times before landing smack up against the side of a cargo van. I just put my head down and kept on driving.
In both our cases it was ice not snow that caused the problem. I damn near met my end on snowy roads. It's a long story, one where I spend the night with three women in a motel room in Gaylord Michigan the night before. A massive snowstorm blew in up north in Michigan and I was trying to get back to Northern Michigan University but the weather closed the Mackinac Bridge. Hence our carpool up north landed the four of us in the motel room. It was the day San Francisco clinched their first Super Bowl trip with the famous play 'the catch' from Montana to Dwight Clark. Watched it in the Gaylord motel. We met the fellow I'd be riding with the rest of the way that knew one of the gals at the donut shop there, he was snowed in too.
Onto the closest so far I have come to dying. Traveling from Escanaba up to Marquette, and a few miles south of Marquette we came around a curve on very snowy roads and we started turning perfect 360º circles heading towards oncoming traffic. The horrific part was where the oncoming traffic was a fully loaded Upper Peninsula log truck. We looked at each other and expected the end and we did hit damned hard but miraculously what we hit was a snowbank, drove part way into it but the log truck missed us. Again we looked at each other, this time with the "no way that just happened" look.
I drank and smoked heavily with my suitemates that evening after I got back to NMU.
Yeah, snowbelt is something else - it can blow up really fast, too. Though I now have more trouble through northern Indiana and southwestern Michigan than I typically do up north.
And you drove away from that snowbank, didn't you?
We pulled his Honda Civic out and drove home indeed
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