Ride With Me

Last night it snowed a couple of inches. The plow hadn't made its rounds through my neighborhood as I was driving home last night, so the roads were quite slippery. I was having fun taking the turns a little faster than usual and sliding around the corners. It turns out that vans don't do so hot in the snow. As you might guess, I ended up in a snow bank. It was not a big deal because I was only going several miles per hour when I slid off the road, but the front wheels were not where they were supposed to be. Nothing was damaged except my pride when a neighbor showed up and helped push me out of the snow drift. To my defense, I was just continuing the family tradition of harmlessly driving off the road while trying to have wintery fun on snowy roads. My brother started the tradition by wedging the car halfway up a snow bank last winter. Again, no one and nothing damaged, but I'm sure my brother felt rather stupid as he stood locked outside his running car with the front wheels spinning at shoulder-height. The police officer called shenanigans, but didn't issue any tickets. Eighty dollars and a towtruck later, we were back on the road and ready to go.