CLUB . . . your high NRG life mentor for a fitter happier you ( est. 2003 )

So, I turn and look once more out of my PVC sheathed window and see snow, snow ! Falling softly as liken to the spunk of angelic cherubs paying homage to their Lord.

At least one man this evening should count himself lucky he is not now himself a member of the heavenly throng, standing as he stood, like he did in the middle of the road just out of sight around the corner from where I was, unseen, ploughing through the snow down the hill towards him. Seeing him, as I saw him, standing, as he stood, in the middle of the road, now a mere 5 metres from the unyeilding plastic of my front bumper he remained standing, watching, as I careered, uncontrolled, around the corner. Ideally, in better conditions I could have braked but on the slippery snowy surface on which I was skidding braking did not seem like a good idea so instead I prayed that the man who was standing, still watching would come to his senses and move, a mere five yards onto the pavement or at least behind something solid, like the parked car next to him so if I did have to brake, like I would do if he didn't move and lost control completely at least I might hit the car and not him. He didn't move, I had to brake and predictably the car immediately went into an unpredictable spin and spun around a good 120 degrees stopping finally around 6 inches from the parked car. Luckily at the last moment the man had moved and began ambling off aimlessly along the pavement completely oblivious to how close he had come to being sandwiched between the back of my car and the other parked car.