Actually, the part that really scared me wasn't sliding *down* the straight stretches. (Although that part was definitely scary!) The worst part was when I first started out - I was on a really gentle slope and I was driving pretty slowly anyway, but I slowed down more, to what I thought was a reasonable speed to take the first corner and realized my wheels were spinning and turning, but I was heading *straight* still. Right toward the line of cars waiting to turn onto the road I was leaving. I missed the car at the end of the line by a couple of feet.
"uh oh, I'm not turning."
"um, I'm REALLY not turning."
"OH SHIT, I'M GONNA HIT THAT CAR IF THE WHEELS DON'T GRAB SOON!"
And then the wheels grabbed and I spun the other way into my own lane (this was all at *maybe* 5 mph, but it felt way faster)
I had to pry my hands off the wheel when I got home.
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(I slid down Bull Mountain yesterday. In my car. I didn't hit anything! Whee!)
Actually, the part that really scared me wasn't sliding *down* the straight stretches. (Although that part was definitely scary!) The worst part was when I first started out - I was on a really gentle slope and I was driving pretty slowly anyway, but I slowed down more, to what I thought was a reasonable speed to take the first corner and realized my wheels were spinning and turning, but I was heading *straight* still. Right toward the line of cars waiting to turn onto the road I was leaving. I missed the car at the end of the line by a couple of feet.
"uh oh, I'm not turning."
"um, I'm REALLY not turning."
"OH SHIT, I'M GONNA HIT THAT CAR IF THE WHEELS DON'T GRAB SOON!"
And then the wheels grabbed and I spun the other way into my own lane (this was all at *maybe* 5 mph, but it felt way faster)
I had to pry my hands off the wheel when I got home.