Yup. You might as well just say fuck it and have fun. Or say fuck it and practice, practice, practice...
Oh...
Some dude was doing like 40, so I passed them. The fucker crowded me in the other lane, so I hit the thick slushy stuff without even one wheel on the clear pavement.
This caused the ass end to go haywire, first one way and then another. I countersteered effectively and regained control. It was a bit of a pucker moment - but I never said 'oh shit'. Instead, I said, "hold on, we've got this". My voice was pretty confident, though it was pretty close to a complete loss of control.
I was pretty pissed at the person I'd passed, but I didn't do anything to them.
Not even flip them the bird?
Nope. I was kinda busy for that and by the time I was said and done they'd come to a complete stop (it looked like) in their lane - with another car behind them.
There's no fucking reason they should be driving 35 to 40 mph in that area.
There's no fucking reason for them to then cross the yellow line when I'm passing them.
It was a company van. I probably should have got the number off the van and called their boss to tell them that they hired a fucking moron.
They were probably scared of driving in the snow
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