Man. Scary. Cruising on Route 3 south at the height of the snow fall, at 6 am in the darkness-- visibility obstructed by huge white flakes falling fast and furious and roads yet to be plowed. The traction so bad I throw the truck into four wheel drive, slow down to 40 mph and try to stay inside previously made tire tracks. Christopher sits in the back, dressed for his hockey game and playing a game on his Ipad. Suddenly, my tires slip out from us and we are caught in a slide, swerving to the right, across the highway, everything in slow motion now-- brakes useless and the car spins around before slamming into the guard rail. Thump. We sit facing two cars coming our way, headlights growing close. Christopher is shaken but calm. The truck is still running so I remove my foot from the brake to see if it still drives. It does. I'm afraid to look at the right side of truck but it drives fine. I wait for the two oncoming vehicles to pass before I turn around to face the right way again. The second vehicle stops and the man inquires about my status. Fine, thank you I say. "I thought we were going to die," says Christopher.
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