Saturday, June 16, 2007

Luck is a matter of perspective

I was complaining about the flat I had this week. Yet another rear tire punctured on my way home. However, when my car is in the shop I take the time to fix other problems.

I have not noticed that one of my rear brakes was off line. I very seldom use my breaks in VT. One can use space and knowledge to avoid sudden stops. In fact I haven't had one of those in well over a year. I drove 500 miles in the St Patricks day blizzard with zero skids or even close calls despite having three brakes.

I fixed the minor brake issue and learned to adjust my style to the more responsive breaks. The same tap slows the car much quicker. This was just one of the things a skilled driver learns.

On my way in this morning on I-89 a deer came out of nowhere. I saw him in the nick of time but a suicidal Canadian was barreling up the road in the left lane making lane switching deadly. I tapped the brakes and the Canadian flew by me at minimum of 85 mph barely missing the deer. I was down around 35 but under control and swerved onto the shoulder and missed the deer by six feet. Had I not had my brakes fixed it would be a wrecked car and venison time.

The Canadian was stopped two miles up the road for speeding. Of course the driver was a young kid who doesn't understand a car is not a toy.

Beamish in 08.

5 comments:

Huge-0 Chavez said...

So I take it you are not eating venison tonight... that was one lucky deer.

beakerkin said...

All concerned arrived safely, but that Canadian may be looking at Jail time. Speeds in excess of 90 are frowned upon. Maybe with socialized medicine there is no fear of car accidents.

The Merry Widow said...

Yeah, but you can die during the looooooong wait!
A restrained style of driving saves wear and tear on brakes, tires and nerves!

tmw

Purple Avenger said...

One like that don't get the opportunity to die of old age.

There was really only one guy in my high school graduating class (76') at the time that I considered too reckless to grow old.

At a 25th year reunion I found out that he'd greased himself doing 100mph while drunk 20 years or so prior.

Its natural selection. Our job, such as it is, is to anticipate their self destruction and try to be outside the kill radius when they go off.

The Merry Widow said...

Amen to that PA! A long way outside the kill zone. I wouldn't want to be accused of impeding the idjits right to die!
Good morning, G*D bless and Maranatha!

tmw