[lit-ideas] Re: On a Roll

It sounds ..... pleasant almost....  out of body or  distanced.   Like you 
were watching yourself.  It would make a  great slo-mo scene in a flick.  Or a 
good poem.  I've never been  afraid to drive on snow, having learned to drive 
in the winters of  Missouri.  But I will not turn the key in the car if the 
streets are  ice-covered.  No control whatsoever.  My folks crack up at the way 
 
Missouri drivers inch forward in snow, though, and how schools close if 
there's  1" accumulation -- they spent years in Denver.  People in MO don't,  
typically, know how to drive in snow.  Rambling I am, stalling on tackling  2 
weeks 
worth of dishes.  
 
Julie Krueger
dreaming of slow motion ice slides in the middle of midwest heat
btw, flipping channels, I saw a piece on speed skiers -- no turns, no real  
bumps, just straight down the steepest mountain side of ice they could find -- 
0  to 150 mph in 45 seconds they went.  It was said that the force of the wind 
 was equal to a hurricane.  One guy said his goal was to go faster, faster,  
faster......wants to achieve 170 mph.  Talk about a need for  adrenaline.

========Original  Message========     Subj: [lit-ideas] Re: On a Roll  Date: 
7/27/05 1:12:23 P.M. Central Daylight Time  From: _mr.eric.yost@xxxxxxxxxx 
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<<My only direct experience of a car wreck  is a slow-motion sideways
slide down an icy mountain in a blizzard. Plenty of  time to prepare as
the vehicle slowly spun its way downhill to ram into  parked cars in
the town at the bottom of the mountain. Nothing so sudden and  terribly
shocking. Or at such high speeds!>>

Time to be  afraid!  How many Our Fathers can you get in on such a
slide?   Sounds awful.  Did you manage to escape unscathed?  People
will  drive on ice.....  Jim wants to know if at some point you were
tempted  to leap from the car before the actual impact.
______

No. It was a  very serene, agnostic, one could almost say Apollonian,
crash. It was snowing  heavily, a soundless white blanket deepening
with thick flakes. The car, a  '68 Chevy Impala, began to spin just
after the mountain crest and the driver  tried to control the spin,
putting the car in neutral, pumping the brakes,  first gear, second
gear, steering with the spin, steering against the spin,  applying the
brakes rhythmically--as the car slid downhill.

"We're  going to crash."
"Yeah we are."
"Seat belts on?"
"Yes."
"I think  we're going to hit those cars."
"Looks like it."

After sideswiping a  half dozen parked cars, the car spun to a stop in
the town square. Then we  had to knock on doors to find the police. We
had to wake the police. He was  sleeping.
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