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...But not really, though I did almost get the cops called on me.
I was driving home with Squirrel today, and the roads are pretty icey. NORMALLY, my car has friggin' AMAZING brakes. I'm talking 50->0 in about 7 FEET. The light turns red about 50 feet ahead of me, so I hit the breaks. ABS...ABS....ABS...ABS... I'll not go further, but I'm now about to go through the red-lit intersection at about 20-30mph.
My first instict is to, of course, try to go right so that I don't go all the way through the intersection. I turned, skidded, and high-centered on the median. My car was facing perfectly down the hill that I tried to turn on with both wheels of the ground. Needless to say, I'm not happy. I'm trying to figure out what to do, when a car pulls up next to me. I figure "Ok, at least this guy is being nice and helping me out."
I turn off the car, turn it back on, and it seems fine, so Squirrel rolls down the window. The guy is on his phone with the cops (or starting to call, anyway). I tell the guy that I think we'll be fine, we don't need the cops...
...He tells me he's calling the cops because I ran a red light. What a f*cker. Long story short, he drove off without calling, I get a friend and a random guy to pull me off, and now I have to replace my wheels (apparently needed to be done - they were bare.) and get my wheels re-alligned.
Oh, and apparently the guy was one of Squirrel's old teachers (middle school), so I feel the need to track him down.
I was driving home with Squirrel today, and the roads are pretty icey. NORMALLY, my car has friggin' AMAZING brakes. I'm talking 50->0 in about 7 FEET. The light turns red about 50 feet ahead of me, so I hit the breaks. ABS...ABS....ABS...ABS... I'll not go further, but I'm now about to go through the red-lit intersection at about 20-30mph.
My first instict is to, of course, try to go right so that I don't go all the way through the intersection. I turned, skidded, and high-centered on the median. My car was facing perfectly down the hill that I tried to turn on with both wheels of the ground. Needless to say, I'm not happy. I'm trying to figure out what to do, when a car pulls up next to me. I figure "Ok, at least this guy is being nice and helping me out."
I turn off the car, turn it back on, and it seems fine, so Squirrel rolls down the window. The guy is on his phone with the cops (or starting to call, anyway). I tell the guy that I think we'll be fine, we don't need the cops...
...He tells me he's calling the cops because I ran a red light. What a f*cker. Long story short, he drove off without calling, I get a friend and a random guy to pull me off, and now I have to replace my wheels (apparently needed to be done - they were bare.) and get my wheels re-alligned.
Oh, and apparently the guy was one of Squirrel's old teachers (middle school), so I feel the need to track him down.