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Originally Posted by GH85Carrera
Mudslides are the worst. When your uphill neighbors property comes to visit has to be worse.
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But if you live on flat ground like us common folk, mudslides aren't much of a concern.
We don't get much ice around here either.
One time ('bout 30 years ago) I was going skiing in Big bear with my brother.
Having growed up in Utah we understood cold stuff better than most around here do, so I was driving a little slower than some of the cars behind would have liked.
in fact one guy flipped me off when he passed and the guy behind me was following too close. Note this was before anti-lock brakes were a thing.
I saw a bridge way up ahead and eased out of it a started braking carefully, just in case.
Then I saw the tool who had flipped me off. His car was all balled up into another car he had run into when he hit the ice on the bridge and couldn't stop.
I was going slow enough that I could stop easily, when BAM! The tool behind me who was tailgating hit me cause he couldn't stop when he hit the ice.
We all waited for the PO-PO to get there.
The guy who had flipped me off was bummed cause his car was really mangled, and I laughed and flipped him off back. He looked down.
The guy who was tail-gating me stood there looking at his car that was shorter than it used to be so the doors wouldn't open, and I heard his daughter say to him "does this mean we're not going to go skiing?
if you can imagine the tone of voice of spoiled teenage brat who was being inconvenienced, that's what it sounded like. Perfect.
I looked at my pick-em-up truck for damage.
The trailer hitch was scratched a little, and there was a small nick in the rubber trim on the bumper.
Not even worth noticing.
I gave the PO-PO my info and he said thanks, you can go. Skiing.
it was going to be a good day Tater.