20 years ago I was visiting my relatives in South Dakota and was ready to leave because I heard a blizzard was going to hit within the hour. My aunt asked if I'd run to town and pick up a few straw bales to put around her outdoor faucet. My instincts told me to get on the road right away or I'd be caught in the blizzard. Against my better judgment I did make the 5 mile run to get the bales, then the 5 miles back to her house. Within 10 minutes the roads went from clear to being drifted over by the blizzard. My pickup got stuck in the snow bank a mile from my aunt's house. I was stranded at her house for a week with nothing to do. After a week the winds had died down enough that they finally came out to clear the country roads and a neighbor pulled my truck out with his tractor. He bent my front bumper, and I lost a weeks pay.
Exactly 10 years later we had freezing rain and ice in Minneapolis. Our Model A club had it's monthly meeting that night and I was undecided whether to run out to the garage to get a display item for the meeting. I knew I shouldn't, but against my better judgment I tried to make a dash to the garage. As soon as I ran out the door I slipped on the ice and fell backwards, with my head striking the corner of the cement step. I had to go by ambulance to the hospital and have emergency brain surgery. The bill for that week in the hospital was over $50,000.
Last night was exactly 10 years from that last disaster, and my neighbor 1/2 mile north asked me to come over. I knew I should stay home under the warm covers, and watch TV, but again against my better judgment I rode the bike over to his house. I rolled over the patches of ice on the bike path OK, but just as I got to his house I hit his glare ice and the bike shot out from under me. I cut my knee open, but luckily my head didn't hit his cement.
Let this be a lesson to follow your instincts, or better yet move to the south, where you don't have to put up with ice and blizzards.
Exactly 10 years later we had freezing rain and ice in Minneapolis. Our Model A club had it's monthly meeting that night and I was undecided whether to run out to the garage to get a display item for the meeting. I knew I shouldn't, but against my better judgment I tried to make a dash to the garage. As soon as I ran out the door I slipped on the ice and fell backwards, with my head striking the corner of the cement step. I had to go by ambulance to the hospital and have emergency brain surgery. The bill for that week in the hospital was over $50,000.
Last night was exactly 10 years from that last disaster, and my neighbor 1/2 mile north asked me to come over. I knew I should stay home under the warm covers, and watch TV, but again against my better judgment I rode the bike over to his house. I rolled over the patches of ice on the bike path OK, but just as I got to his house I hit his glare ice and the bike shot out from under me. I cut my knee open, but luckily my head didn't hit his cement.
Let this be a lesson to follow your instincts, or better yet move to the south, where you don't have to put up with ice and blizzards.
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