My top speed driving home tonight was 43 mph. It had been snowing most of the afternoon, and the roads were messy (NOT unusual for January in Upstate New York). I was getting fairly close to home when the roads started looking better. I remembered something my husband told me once about how driving in four wheel drive uses more gas and then I saw the snow plow not to far ahead of me, so I switched back to two wheel drive. Moments later, I realized that was not the wisest moves I have ever made.
NOTE TO SELF: Do not be lulled into thinking that the presence of a snow plow in front of you negates the possibility of black ice on the road.
Just as another car was approaching from the opposite direction, my left front tire found a patch of black ice. The voice of Bill Cosby rang in my head "Turn in the direction of the skid". (I think that is what I did...but I really didn't have control of my truck.) I straighten up and then drifted toward the snowbank on the right side of the road. The crunchiness of the snow gave me back an element of control. I had been gently braking while trying not to pee my pants - THAT is when I saw I was headed directly at an innocent mail box. I pressed the brake peddle to the floor while praying that I could stop in time.
As it turned out, God showed His love by sparing the mailbox and my truck. Oh, and my adrenalin rush lasted until I got home five minutes later.