Driving in a Winter Wonderland

It sure was pretty.
Except for the dirty snow on the roads.
I'm trying to think of a name
Or description
Of that color
The color of civilization
Kind of the color of a city from a distance, through a haze.
Brown, grey, kind of like white coffee.

I think of it as a tire wash,
This frozen water surrounding my wheels as they roll slowly through.
Really, it would only have
Cleaning power
If I was the first on the road
And the roads weren't treated.

It is an experience
To drive at parking lot speeds
Along with all other cars
On the highway.
It is as if we have a new camaraderie because of our collective choice to drive by the inch
Instead of by the mile.

I may have ruined some of the cameraderie by taking out my camera and photographing people in cars next to me. I put it on automatic so I wouldn't get in another (more in that later) crash while changing aperture or something.  Therefore, the flash would go off.  I have no idea what this looks like to other drivers, but if they were alarmed and looked over at me, they would see me avoiding eye contact, staring straight ahead, while pointing my camera nonchalantly in their direction.

I have yet to review the fruit of this bored exercise.

I also hit another car.
Yay me.
Going too fast in the fast lane, but of course at the time I just thought everybody else was being too slow.
Then I saw break lights.
Uncle Larry said,
"Plan your stops ahead of time"
So I braked a fair distance away,
At least far enough that I could pull into the median if I couldn't stop.
But instead of going straight and erring to the left if need be, my car decided at that moment to turn right.
"Shit! Shoot! Shit! Shiiiiiiit!"
(Don't tell my dad I said that)
Dad says, "pump the brakes if you lose control."
I pump the brakes.
Duh, doing this is the same as clicking "try to allow computer to self-fix" or "diagnose and solve problem"
It just gives you something to do while you watch your computer's usefulness fade from your grasp, or in this case, it was just a pointless exercise of hopeless hope.
Of "If the roads became dry right now I would still hit this car because I am too close, going too fast; however I might as well pretend that pushing on my brakes the way dad taught me is maybe going to prevent a collision."

I don't know.

But I still have a headache from screaming and crying in my car and purposely banging my head on the steering wheel out of embarrassment and shame and disappointment.

It was an epic meltdown.

Some woman saw my head down and thought maybe I was unconscious.  I was really just hugging the steeeing wheel because I didn't have anyone else to hug.

Mr. Policeman was nice.

The guy I collided with was cute.  My fist thought upon seeing him: "wouldn't it be a great story if we got married as a result of meeting during this incident? "  but he mentioned his girlfriend.

He must have been sensing my find-a-husband vibes.

You never know though.
One day he could call me up:
"I couldn't get your face out of my mind.  I had to break up with my girlfriend because you were haunting me.  please tell me that you'll give me a chance to pursue your heart."

Squeal!

A girl can dream.