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From my point of view behind the wheel, it seems like a fair fight, all things considered. "The Mint", my friend and co-conspirator, sitting quietly—and with not an unnoticeable amount of tension, I might add—in the passenger's seat, was seeing the odds much less in our favor. It took some miles of the wheel-spinning, opposite-lock, damn-the-torpedoes-and-full-speed-ahead snowplowing constancy involved in our I-70 ascent for him to relax and see things from my perspective.
I find such opportunities to be a source of some road going visceral entertainment. That—on such occasions—local Law Enforcement is not even on the palette of consideration, just adds to the entertainment factor. In such cases, "Law Enforcement" comes in the form of natural laws governing the process being experienced. If you go outside THOSE laws, well, the penalties are imposed rather immediately, and they certainly can't be argued with. Motoring in it's purest form, this is! As it turned out, through the entire mid-blizzard thrash symphony we experienced on that fuel stint, there was only one p-factor moment I can recall. We were just cresting a rise with integrated gentle right hand sweeper at the very beginning of our descent to the eastern Utah plain and southwestern CO border, just at dawn. It wasn't snowing at that moment, and the road, while wet, was snow-free. Just as I was considering the fact that this was a rather exposed section of road, and that the surface was difficult to read—owing to, among other factors, that it was concrete—that our cable chains probably weren't enhancing road grip at that precise moment, and that we were now on an increasingly downhill incline, it happened. While most desirable to experience on a dry road, in some kind of performance vehicle, a four wheel drift outside of the desired cornering line, in a an unladed rear-drive utility van, moving a little too fast for conditions, downhill, on black ice, is, well, UNDESIRABLE! All I could do was to get completely off throttle, and maintain as tight a line as I could, without risking a spin. As we inched toward the concrete dividing wall, I felt an improvement in grip on the "shoulder marbles", and reacquired the little Van with about a foot to spare. Had that not happened, we'd have had us a nice little brush with the wall, but probably wouldn't have sustained any serious damage. No sooner had our own immediate drama resolved, than we spotted a Ford Ranger on its roof—presumably going the opposite direction just moments before—on the other side of the road, with Highway Patrol unit in attendance! We definitely had pause to count our blessings, and continued on, our unscathed journey still intact. We were not out of the proverbial "woods", by any stretch of the imagination, however. That Ford Ranger turned out to be just the beginning of the vehicular carnage to come. Stay tuned for Part Three, next week.
from The Truth About Cars http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com | |||
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