I got up at 2am this morning and was on the road within the hour for work. It seemed to make more sense than spending another overnight away from home. And the dogs came with me, because why not. But then it was raining hard for the entire automobile based journey. I always forget, and am reminded when in progress, just how unfortunate it is to have to drive in the dark when it’s raining. I think it drops the chance of survival by like 83%. My statistic on this is beyond reproach, I got the numbers from the WHO, so you know they’re good.
Anyways, about halfway through while downhill on the highway and at a low point across a bridge I ended up skidding on what must have been a puddle built up with the heavy rain. So I was along for the ride for maybe 1.5 seconds. Luckily, I didn’t get my one way ticket to Valhalla. But then I couldn’t get it out of my head that I’d somehow screwed up. Either through poor driving, or driving too fast. I probably uttered one or more words that usually would be rather appropriate on this blog, but don’t feel like repeating them now. And all the dogs did from the backseat was open their eyes briefly, wonder what the hell Daddy was so upset about, and then go right back to sleep, totally unaware of the troubles that could have awaited them in Doggy Valhalla.
But then ahead of me, a FedEx truck towing a pair of those dual-connected trailers started to skid out too. His second trailer started to fishtail in and out of his lane. I thought he was done for. I actually started to slow down in the expectation I’d have to pull up behind him and run out to pull the driver out of an overturned semi. But somehow he got it back under control and carried on. And other than relief, my next thought was to feel better. Surely, this guy is driving every day, and even he nearly trashed it on this road. So it was somewhat okay that I’d nearly done the same, and I took my foot of my throat about that puddle. The weirdest things can make us feel better.
Eh, maybe neither of us should have been on that road to begin with. 3am in the dark, in the rain. Neither his job or mine is worth that insanity. And yet we were both there. And I bet you we’ll both be doing it again some day, no matter how stupid it is.