How NASCAR Saved my Life.

Old Man Winter has it out for me and my truck, the other day, it was snow, but today it's the freezing rain. Freezing rain was looking like plain old rain until I hit a bridge on Aviation Parkway, right near the airport. I was following a friend to his new town home, it was raining a little, but not bad. We had been going up to 75 mph on I-40, over bridges and overpasses without any regard for the weather, the roads appeared to be in good condition. Once we got to Aviation Parkway, everything still appeared to be fine, but that would soon change. Just before we made it to the bridge, there was a cop who was pulled over on the side of the road behind another car with it's flashers on. This caused us to slow down to around 50 mph or so, still way too fast for what was about to happen. As I was about to cross the bridge, I noticed my friend in the car ahead of me slide a little, but by that time, it was too late for me. I felt the back end of my truck start to slide out to the right, I knew I was in trouble. That's when adrenaline took over and instincts kicked in from hours of playing NASCAR video games on my computer. I was into a skid and luckily there were no cars in the lane to my right because I had to chase the rear end to keep from going around. The steering wheel was just spinning wildly and I ended up over-correcting as the back end was still out of control swinging back to the left. At this point, I'm fighting it hard until finally I made it to the other side of the bridge where the pavement wasn't icy, but wet. I'm still going sideways, so I brace for the tires to take grip and once this happened, the truck began wobbling wildly from side to side, so I wasn't in the clear yet. I just kind of held on and tried to keep the wheel straight until finally everything settled down just in time to go over another bridge. This time, I was slowed down just enough to keep from spinning out, however I was on the verge of losing it again. After all this, I decided to just try to make it back home, so I just crept along until I finally made it back in one piece. I felt like I just made it back to pits at Daytona after making it through the "big one". All I need now is four fresh tires and splash of fuel, but I think I'll just stay in for the rest of the the day and count my blessings.