Last night was the first time I drove to my main job after getting all those expensive repairs done to my car. All told, counting the repairs, the new tires and the 5 days of car rental, it was somewhere in the range of $3200. For some bizarro reason, it was snowing… AGAIN! (Damn you, Allen!) I was feeling pretty good because of my brand spanky tires and driving relatively normal. I had slowed down a bit due to the amount of snow on the road and was coming up to the first stop sign (I take the back way in to work as there’s less stopping and it’s faster). I step on my brakes to slow down, but the snow is acting like grease on the road and I start sliding through the intersection. Any normal intersection and that wouldn’t be so bad… On the other side of this one is a big ditch. I take my foot off the brake, give ‘er some gas and throw the wheel to the right. The wheels catch and I start to turn to the right. I’m going to miss the ditch and the cement barricade beside the stop sign on the other side of the road, but I’m in the opposite lane and heading right into the path of a transport truck (could have been a dump truck – truth to tell, I was a bit preoccupied). There’s no time to get back into my lane, so I turn left and aim for the gap between the truck and the cement barricade. I make it on to the gravel shoulder with inches to spare. INCHES! Like I said though, my life didn’t flash before my eyes, nor did panic freeze me into inaction. All I could think about was that I had just gotten my car out of the shop and here it was going to get damaged again. Thanks to my cat-like reflexes and the fact that the trucker was already braking for his stop, disaster was narrowly averted. Let me tell you… really got the heart a-pumpin’.