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lost contact with the road

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Driving home from St. Catharines was fun, this evening.

I decided to leave the QEW to take Lakeshore in Burlington because the rain was coming down and traffic was already standing still. Anyway, it soon got to about half as bad as that time that Ken and I shared the driving back from Halifax. Along the way, the car ahead of us suddenly slewed and hit a puddle so deep that it almost stopped the car. Huge waves were thrown up on either side of the vehicle. But it made it through.

I pronounced, "holy sh?t!" and decided that I could only gently brake a bit in the time remaining (I didn't want to go into a skid or be traveling too slowly when we got into the puddle/pond).

We hit. The front tires briefly lost connection with the road, and the wheel started to twist back and forth in my hands. We got our own huge waves.

And then we were through it. So, yeah. It was fun.