We also told each other we hoped those people were going to keep going straight and didn't try to go around a bend!
After a visit with family in Tulsa one winter, we were on our way back down here and hit some black ice. Mike was fine until he decided to change lanes and tapped off the cruise control. The back end of the car broke loose and the car began to skid. I was in the back seat of our station wagon and was closest to the huge ditches alongside of the highway, so I'd be first into them--on either side. I have to say, Mike kept control of that car so well. The rear end swung to the right and then to the left a few times, but Mike did such a good job of controlling the skid, the car came out of it. Whew! You should have seen his hands slapping the wheel! I've never seen hands move that fast. He was actually slapping the wheel in one direction then the next. He never lost control of the vehicle. Amazing.
We crept the rest of the way down the Indian Nations Turnpike very slowly and with the wheels of the right side of the car in the snow, on the shoulder of the road.
Excitement like that, I don't ever want to see again, but I still think Mike was amazing because he was going fast when the car broke into the skid. Thankfully, there were no other vehicles around us at the time.
We had all my little Yorkies with us in the car and our son and all I could think about was the dogs would go flying in their pet taxies when we hit the ditch and what would happen to our son. We had exercise pens too. All kinds of dog equipment and I thought it would probably kill us as we went end over end in the ditch. That was scary, yeah.
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