Tuesday, January 18, 2005

And in honour of my successfully driving home in the snow, without doing something stupid like dying, I shall compose, quite extemporaneously a poem.
Snow, snow, ice, ice.
Snow, snow, ice, ice.

The car skids. Your breath waits.
You push down hard on the antilock brakes.
And pray to the engineers in Toyota who designed them.
And God.

And the car halts. And you drive carefully from there on.

And you don't die. And you don't die. Praise the Lord!

Yeah, that sucked, but who cares! I'm alive, alive I tell you!!


i-me-moi said...



I know exactly how you feel. In my last trip, my car too skidded when taking a sharp hairpin turn. On gravels.

It sure feels great to be alive.

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