It was my computer’s fault. Honestly. My sweet little tempermental old PC had been driving me crazy all morning with its pokey wandering attitude. Deciding I needed a break before I yielded to the temptation to smash it, I decided to run to the store for a few things, top off the gas tank and drop some stuff off at GoodWill. Long enough for me to cool down and the computer to figure out if it wanted to clean disc C or not.
Just a quick run to town, I thought. Even left the coffee pot on because I would be right back. That was about 1:00.
Even as I warmed up the truck and scraped the windshield, I did question the sanity of going the 3 miles to town when I knew the roads could be icy. No matter, if I went back inside, I’d have to do another round of battle with that blasted computer and I was just not ready to. Onward, I say, ever onward.
Got my groceries, topped off the tank, donations deposited. One mile to go and I would be home. Ready for coffee and see where the computer got to on the disc clean project. It was now 1:35 pm.
Coming upon the bridge I felt the back tires hit the ice. I never saw the ice. I was too busy looking at the oncoming tractor and trailer as I slid all over his side of the road. Utterly convinced I was soon to become part of the front of that truck, I stayed remarkably calm.
Completely out of control now, I swept over the middle, spun around a couple times, coming to rest finally against the guardrail on the correct side of the road, but facing the oncoming traffic. At least I was completely off the road.
Ironically, I stayed calm the entire time, no crying or screaming. I was so proud. I even reminded myself to stay relaxed so there would be no bone jarring impact. Gold stars to me for such clear thinking. What I could kick myself over is the fact it never occured to me to: a) drive in 4 wheel drive in the first place or b) shift into neutral the moment I felt the back slid on the bridge.
I admit I was shaking a little as I gazed down the ravine on the other side of the guardrail. I could have kissed the guardrail at that point. I was thanking God it was not worse via either becoming a speed bump to a semi or landing in some unusual postion on the bottom of the hill. Fishing out my cell phone, I dialed 911- still shaking but thinking already 5 steps ahead.
1-I left the coffee pot on, 2- I need a rental car as I have a book signing tomorrow, 3– I’ll need to contact a friend to get me home, 4– I have groceries to think about-perishables and 5–I need to contact the insurance company.
Wait a sec. the phone wouldn’t dial out for a 911 call. Tried twice. This isn’t too good. A nice lady stopped and asked if I was okay. Sure, I assured her, just fine. I needed a phone that called out to 911. She obliged. I crawled out the passengers door, no easy feat by the way. It was cold, spitting rain pellets but I watched the trucks rolling by and rememeber I was lucky.
Okay, long story short, the police arrived, the wrecker arrived, my friend arrived. I now have a rental car in my drive. It took a lot of extra steps but fortunately I was able to do most of them from my friend’s car with my phone. And funny, all I could think about was I left the coffee pot on because this was just a fast run to town.
I got back home at 5 pm.About 4 hours later. And the computer is still being difficult. And my Jeep affectionately known as “Scout’ is safely stored at the mechanics pending the insurance steps. I was really glad to have that hot coffee waiting for me when I finally got back. Tomorrow I will travel to the book signing, thankful it was not scheduled for today. And I will turn off the coffee pot before I leave. The next time my computer acts up, I’ll go take a nap.