There was a huge accident on [highway #1 I take to school]. Far as I could tell, it was one car, but I spotted bits of the car ON FIRE.
I couldn't see the whole thing, because it was after my exit. Due to this accident, however, traffic was nearly at a stand-still for 10 miles.
I live in a very rural area. We don't handle traffic jams well, apparently. I haven't totally learned my lesson on why everyone will suddenly go slow on the highway, so when everyone started going approximately 5 mph, I passed, saw the line of cars as far as I could see, and respectfully merged back in.
We had people trying to merge into that mess. I would let them in, because I felt kinda sorry for them, and I couldn't see a lot of people doing it.
While waiting for a man to merge in, a guy honked his horn louder than I'd ever seen. Louder than people who honk at me when I misjudged how much time I had to merge--who have a very good reason for giving me a tonal "hey stupid!"
Dude, nobody's going anywhere.
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In Michigan, hitting a deer is an inevitability. I got VERY close in Winter Storm 2013. I had to leave the house--my rabbit was out of food and she's bitten me to get my food before--so I head out. On 4th road to town, I saw a deer in the middle of the road. I tapped the brakes, realized that was a Bad Idea, and swerved around it.
The guy who was tailgating me backed off. ^^
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My family was discussing 360s they'd done in the past, making me recall my 180. I was taking my sister to school. Living in a poor, rural neighborhood, and having to take her in before 6, the dirt trucks had not been out yet, AND it was my first winter driving.
Around minute 8--of a normal trip--and road 3 about to merge to road 4, we hit a patch of ice, and we spun around, ending up on the other side of the road in a ditch.
Now I'm on anti-anxiety pills, and one of the side effects is that pretty much nothing freaks me out anymore. I am AMAZING in difficult situations now. My sister starts sobbing, so I hug her and talk her down for a bit, but we have a problem.
We're in a Saturn. Not just any Saturn, but an 1993 one. It's made of plastic with a tiny engine that hates hills. Getting out of the ditch was going to be problematic.
Just as I started trying to rock us out, a man stopped and asked if we needed help. (I love our community for this.) He says he doesn't have anything to tow us with, but he offers to push us out with his truck. We aren't even late for her bus to [big town.]
Upon recounting the story to my suspected-aspergers-suffering-grandmother, she said I should have been concerned he'd chip the Saturn. I was just kinda "the piece of crap?"
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I couldn't see the whole thing, because it was after my exit. Due to this accident, however, traffic was nearly at a stand-still for 10 miles.
I live in a very rural area. We don't handle traffic jams well, apparently. I haven't totally learned my lesson on why everyone will suddenly go slow on the highway, so when everyone started going approximately 5 mph, I passed, saw the line of cars as far as I could see, and respectfully merged back in.
We had people trying to merge into that mess. I would let them in, because I felt kinda sorry for them, and I couldn't see a lot of people doing it.
While waiting for a man to merge in, a guy honked his horn louder than I'd ever seen. Louder than people who honk at me when I misjudged how much time I had to merge--who have a very good reason for giving me a tonal "hey stupid!"
Dude, nobody's going anywhere.
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In Michigan, hitting a deer is an inevitability. I got VERY close in Winter Storm 2013. I had to leave the house--my rabbit was out of food and she's bitten me to get my food before--so I head out. On 4th road to town, I saw a deer in the middle of the road. I tapped the brakes, realized that was a Bad Idea, and swerved around it.
The guy who was tailgating me backed off. ^^
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My family was discussing 360s they'd done in the past, making me recall my 180. I was taking my sister to school. Living in a poor, rural neighborhood, and having to take her in before 6, the dirt trucks had not been out yet, AND it was my first winter driving.
Around minute 8--of a normal trip--and road 3 about to merge to road 4, we hit a patch of ice, and we spun around, ending up on the other side of the road in a ditch.
Now I'm on anti-anxiety pills, and one of the side effects is that pretty much nothing freaks me out anymore. I am AMAZING in difficult situations now. My sister starts sobbing, so I hug her and talk her down for a bit, but we have a problem.
We're in a Saturn. Not just any Saturn, but an 1993 one. It's made of plastic with a tiny engine that hates hills. Getting out of the ditch was going to be problematic.
Just as I started trying to rock us out, a man stopped and asked if we needed help. (I love our community for this.) He says he doesn't have anything to tow us with, but he offers to push us out with his truck. We aren't even late for her bus to [big town.]
Upon recounting the story to my suspected-aspergers-suffering-grandmother, she said I should have been concerned he'd chip the Saturn. I was just kinda "the piece of crap?"
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