It's been three years since I last drove in winter weather. I feel that amount of time gave me the opportunity to develop the sense of fear and respect that this kind of driving deserves. It now scares the hell out of me.
So I asked myself, "How can I overcome this newly self-assigned fear?"
I answered myself thus: "I'll get a job that involves driving constantly."
The people living on the terrifyingly steep streets of Duluth need their burritos- especially during snow storms.
On Sunday, it snowed most of the day. I would give you an estimate of inches, but I'm not good at that sort of thing (making small talk in Minnesota at this time of year almost impossible for me).
On Monday I drove to work at 10:45 am. I almost lost it on the first curve, but I turned into the skid and pumped the brakes and whatnot and regained control. For the rest of the trip I built up what could be defined as a tenative confidence. Then when I tried to park in front of the restaurant, the car refused to stop and I almost slid into the back end of a truck. I went into the Burrito Union, clocked in, and quietly had an anxiety attack.
Luckily the deliveries were few and far between and I was able to deliver burritos (at about the pace of a Zamboni machine).
So I'm facing my fear of winter driving and it's teaching me a valuable lesson. Maybe next I'll go bungee jumping or I'll buy a pet spider; or maybe I'll just eat a granola bar and watch another season of "Aquateen Hunger Force."
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