GeneW
01-16-2009, 03:19 AM
We had to stay late the other night. The roads were crappy. I was nodding off while waiting to leave for the day.
Decided to beat feet. Put on cover alls and "the helmet". Cleaned up the car and soon as it was about seventy fahrenheit on the scangage kicked it down.
The roads were poor, maybe two or three inches of snow (about half to three fourths of a decimeter), ambients were about twenty five fahr (I think -6 celsius). Visibility was so so, but ample for conditions.
Passed one coworker with comfortable margins at just twenty miles per hour. I have to remember that she's terrified of snow driving. Later she said I almost knocked her off of the road. She threatened to buy a "big truck" and "squash all people who get in my way". We were on a two lane road with ample room on both sides so I think she was exaggerating.
On a State Lane (one each way) I passed six more guys who were driving at thirty five miles per hour like a herd of baby elephants. Pickup truck in the front was creeping along. The rest were timidly braking whenever anything appeared out of line, and even veered slightly away when oncoming traffic appeared.
I guess I could have waited and let my irritation keep me awake but I decided to take matters into my own hands.
As soon as I had a couple of miles of clear road I passed them. All six of them. At one clip.
Booked home at a nice comfortable speed, did not wreck, did not skid, did not have a slight bit of trouble. Only down side was that the window was stuck shut until I warmed it up - gonna have to grease it up or something.
I heard about over taking these poor timid souls the next day, all day. I must have been really out of it because I don't recall coming within "inches" of people while passing in the oncoming lane, certainly kept good driving distances and did not blast past them.
The consensus among most was that I was being a bit "reckless" but among some was that I had confidence, knew the limits of my gear and our six or so heroes were "embarrassed that you had more balls than them".
Panic will kill you. Nerve will save you. What's the big deal?
I think next time I'll just have to be a bit less brisk in the passing and pick a nicer place to pass. Probably an apple and some exercise before going home would keep me awake.
Gene
Decided to beat feet. Put on cover alls and "the helmet". Cleaned up the car and soon as it was about seventy fahrenheit on the scangage kicked it down.
The roads were poor, maybe two or three inches of snow (about half to three fourths of a decimeter), ambients were about twenty five fahr (I think -6 celsius). Visibility was so so, but ample for conditions.
Passed one coworker with comfortable margins at just twenty miles per hour. I have to remember that she's terrified of snow driving. Later she said I almost knocked her off of the road. She threatened to buy a "big truck" and "squash all people who get in my way". We were on a two lane road with ample room on both sides so I think she was exaggerating.
On a State Lane (one each way) I passed six more guys who were driving at thirty five miles per hour like a herd of baby elephants. Pickup truck in the front was creeping along. The rest were timidly braking whenever anything appeared out of line, and even veered slightly away when oncoming traffic appeared.
I guess I could have waited and let my irritation keep me awake but I decided to take matters into my own hands.
As soon as I had a couple of miles of clear road I passed them. All six of them. At one clip.
Booked home at a nice comfortable speed, did not wreck, did not skid, did not have a slight bit of trouble. Only down side was that the window was stuck shut until I warmed it up - gonna have to grease it up or something.
I heard about over taking these poor timid souls the next day, all day. I must have been really out of it because I don't recall coming within "inches" of people while passing in the oncoming lane, certainly kept good driving distances and did not blast past them.
The consensus among most was that I was being a bit "reckless" but among some was that I had confidence, knew the limits of my gear and our six or so heroes were "embarrassed that you had more balls than them".
Panic will kill you. Nerve will save you. What's the big deal?
I think next time I'll just have to be a bit less brisk in the passing and pick a nicer place to pass. Probably an apple and some exercise before going home would keep me awake.
Gene