Black Ice

The car now turned around,

pointing in the wrong direction,

all in the blink of an eye—

can I back down this hill?

I’m a sitting duck!

Is another car coming?

Do I get out of the car?

Will the salt truck arrive soon?

Damn, such a good song

playing on the radio. I haven’t

heard that cut from Steely Dan

it in at least a decade.

I wish I had some coffee.

Damn, how long till the salt truck?

19 thoughts on “Black Ice

  1. What a frightening experience, Richard. Was this real, or was this fiction? It certainly reads as being real life. If so, I hope you didn’t have to wait too long for the salt truck. We call them gritting lorries over here. When we had a recent spell of snow melting into water and then turning into solid ice again, it was scary going out, and the gritters hadn’t been out at that point. They hadn’t even gritted the foot and cycle path going into town. It was lethal.

  2. We know this situation pretty well, as we lived for quite a while in the Arctic. Our dear Master always needed a cigarette first. On the other hand, we love driving on snow and ice. Well, we learned it a whole long winter on a frozen lake.
    Keep well
    The Fab Four of Cley
    🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

      1. The only salt I have seen here is above 4000 feet, Richard. It never snows down here in the valley except for some very light flurries. My house is at 2800 feet ASL so we are in the High Desert. Different from Phoenix which is a six-hour drive southest.

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