Ice Storm II
Last night I remembered the ice storm that preceded yesterday’s post. My first car was a midnight blue 1966 VW bug. I drove home and parked on the driveway after basketball practice one evening just as freezing rain was rapidly making the roads slick.
The next morning, school was canceled due to the ice storm. I looked outside… and my car was gone! Couldn’t believe it had been stolen in the night, in small town Iowa. Then I saw it, halfway down the street, perpendicular, back tires against the curb. Undamaged.
Somehow, in the middle of the night on the glazed concrete, it had slid down the driveway, and down the empty street. That, or my friends had given it a little helpful push. If they did, no one ever admitted to it.
If it was a practical joke, it was one that has lived on all these years. To this day, I worry about parking on a hill, when ice is predicted… and now you will too.