Recently, I decided to visit my therapist as Amanda. I asked if this would be OK and he agreed it would be great. I was so revved up about this. I had not really been out since Halloween and that doesn't count as a full OUT since I was in "costume". I wanted to blend so I dressed fairly conservatively. All I thought about was this outing all day. I was oblivious to the weather about to hit.
I backed out of the garage and was hoping that the neighbors were not out. It was getting dusky anyway. As I started, I noticed some sleet starting. As I drove, it started to get a little hairy. The roads were a little slick and I thought "Oh great I don't want to have an accident tonight that's for sure". So I was careful. I did make it OK to my therapist. He was all smiles when I greeted him. It was so awesome to be out in the world and doing something real. The session was very different and I think he liked Amanda since he said she is welcome anytime. He even admitted that he thought I made an attractive girl. It made me feel great.
This is when the trip turned dangerous. As I was leaving I looked out the window and it was snowing crazily. I walked outside in my little flats and had to tiptoe through the rapidly deepening snow. At least it was the first time I had to clean the snow off my car all girlie. As I drove away, I noticed severely reduced traction. The sleet made a terrible slippery underbase to the snow. I was getting really worried. I decided to head into town thinking that the roads would be better. Someone was stopped in the middle of a hill about halfway up. I gunned it and tried to keep up momentum. I ran out about 15 feet up from him. I was getting really petrified now. How the hell am I going to make it home? I turned around and as I did the front of my car was uncontrollably sliding toward his. I was in full panic. "Please don't hit please!" I said. My mind flashed to police and tow trucks and AAA. "OH my God no not tonight please!" My car stopped about 3 feet from the other car. I frantically waved him to back down the hill a bit. I made it past. I just wanted to get home. I was slipping and sliding all the way home. I passed many accidents. I prayed I wouldn't crash. I didn't want to go to the hospital all girlie.
I made it to the final hill before being home free. It was a big one with a blind curve too. Someone was stopped there half way AGAIN!. "God, no please!" I said. After waiting, I finally descended and started up. Just then, another car pulled right along side the other. "WTF are you doing a-hole?!" I said out loud. I was already committed. "Please get out of the way... Please get out of the way!" I was saying. At the last moment the car just started moving. I had a chance. All I needed was a little patch of grip to propel me the last bit. I was starting to lose traction on the curve. Miraculously, I hit a small patch of grip and I felt the car lunge forward. "YES!! I made it!! Wooo!" My heart was pounding. I pulled in the garage and just sat. Yes, it was a rush, but maybe a little too much.
I attached a pic of me all smiles BEFORE the snow really hit. Little did I know.
Anyone else have any dangerous outing stories?