and head on out in the slippery white to get to a gawd-awful early morning meeting.
My laneway was a nice wake up to just how slippery slidery things are when the sun is just getten go'en.
Now we lives out in the country ... see... an'just so you know,
there's four kinds a'road in the country.
There's yer country road, well 'nuf... got lots of those.
Then you got the main roads...
Those connect up wit da main main roads... were ya seem ta have a plethora of dump trucks, and dick and janes doing their commute.
And to get inta the city proper like, you gots ta take the main main till it connects up wit da main main main road.
So I drive's up the main road outta our community and it meets the main main in a full on T.
Nots like it made any matter any how... cuz my little zoom zoom just goes a cruizing right on in and right on through that T.
Tromping away on the peddles, crunching tin foil in the ABS system, turning the wheel... all fer nutten.
Oh, and acrosst the T? Yeah... that's a gully.
Sweet mother of mercy... I've had a long life, and every wee spit of it did the big flash.
I was all focused on the oh-my-good-gah-no-crrrrrrap!! over the gully loomen up on my everythin when the whole dump truck thing occurs to me.
Twas terror and nutten but what made me take the paniced peek ta da left and and the right... fear'en the worse, and - thank heaven - see'en not.
... and chance as would be, it all came to a sideways stop with a whole bunch of feet between me an da bottom of dat gully.
I opened my door and would have to step out into that gully if'n I was ta do any getten out at all.
Thank the wortcher in the sky... I was a) not squashed and b) not cry'en about a broken car.
When I regained the use of my heart, and confirmed that I hadn't jus wet the car...
an managed to creep away from the gully edge... I was on the flippy phone to Mr. Snow Tires and book'en in for tomarra afternoon.