For me, is this time of the year, during cold snaps, when I have to go up a road that has an inch or more of ice, and I know I have to come down the same grade.
My hands get sore from gripping the steering wheel and I find myself desperately hoping to NOT meet any snowmobile trailer hauling crazies. If I crash, there will be endless paperwork, lectures, explanations and unpleasantness. If I don't go up, the logging is delayed one or more days, and I have guilt to deal with. So, up the slick ice I go, and after I do my work, I creep down. Even with studded tires, I creep.
I remember the crucifixion of a guy who did go off the road on the job. The criticism was endless. "He should have been chained up!" "He should have been in four wheel drive!" "He should not have been in four wheel drive!" I think this debate still goes on today amongst the few of us still left.
Knowing such discussions have happened make it even more terrifying. Ice. I hate it. Please pass the salt.
My hands get sore from gripping the steering wheel and I find myself desperately hoping to NOT meet any snowmobile trailer hauling crazies. If I crash, there will be endless paperwork, lectures, explanations and unpleasantness. If I don't go up, the logging is delayed one or more days, and I have guilt to deal with. So, up the slick ice I go, and after I do my work, I creep down. Even with studded tires, I creep.
I remember the crucifixion of a guy who did go off the road on the job. The criticism was endless. "He should have been chained up!" "He should have been in four wheel drive!" "He should not have been in four wheel drive!" I think this debate still goes on today amongst the few of us still left.
Knowing such discussions have happened make it even more terrifying. Ice. I hate it. Please pass the salt.