Why is it that as soon as the snow starts flying, people suddenly forget how to drive. I know it probably sounds like a broken record. How many times have people said this over and over again, but it’s true.
I’m not innocent. In my younger years I had a tendency to go into one ditch after another. There was even one incident where I narrowly passed between a telephone pole and a tree, luckily avoiding both. The firemen in the district said I crashed with more skill than anyone they had ever seen, but the blue bomb (my 1989 Chevy Cavalier) survived the worst of it, and was even still drivable when the next sister turned 16. Luckily for me, my proclivity for sliding off the road has eased up a little over the years, but many people are not nearly so lucky.
I’ve noticed that it is the people who are the least skilled behind the wheel who believe they are the most capable. I have a certain friend who believes she is the world’s best driver, however the rest of our group knows better. She tries to help when the weather is icky by grabbing the wheel from the passenger side and jerking if the car starts to slide. Somehow making her the world’s most dangerous driver, even when she is not behind the wheel. In the miraculous event that the car doesn’t begin to spin and fishtail out of control as a result, she will tell you repeatedly how she surely saved your life, while you bite your tongue and try not to thrash her.
If my friend were the rare exception, I would be happy, but I don’t think that’s the case. I have other examples of friend and relatives who drive like maniacs, but since the first one will probably run my down with her car (not because she’s mad about being mentioned in the blog, just because it’s a likely possibility) I’m going to leave it at that, but if you’re going to be out on the roads and you’re one of those super, great drivers who, for reasons beyond your control, are always going off the road, take it slow and stop staring at the huge snow banks on the side of the road, the road crews, that cat that’s the size of a small child or anything else that might distract you. Take it from me. I’m a great driver, if only between the months of June and September.