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Carol Perkins: One me, two places to be, Part 2
In this nailbiting episode: . . . As we watched vehicle after vehicle back down the hill or slide off embankments, I prepared myself for a night in the car. Judy called road assistance to see what was ahead and all reports were bad. Just when we thought we were doomed . . . Click more to see what happens next.
Earlier: The beginning of the story: Carol Perkins: One me, two places to be, at the same time
By Carol Perkins
When I arrived at Judy's, I didn't mention that the snow was "picking up" and neither did she. With a three hour drive ahead and the hour I lost behind the parade, we would be lucky to reach our destination in time. We took 127 all the way to Danville with no issues. However, in Danville snow covered the untreated streets, and as I approached a red light, my vehicle fishtailed and snaked off the side of the road, stopping within inches of a sign. "You handled that like a pro," Judy said. "How do we put this SUV in all-wheel drive?" I called Guy without telling him where we were. "All wheel drive won't help you on ice. Have you hit something? Are you turning around?" Seriously?
With the snow continuing, I made it through Frankfort to began a long trek toward Vevay and Owenton and places I had never been. Darkness ascended and snow hit the side of the vehicle just as we started up a hill."Did you hear that? It's snow hitting our car!" Judy said. We both knew it wasn't snow. Every few miles I felt a little slide, so I kept my speed at exactly twenty-two miles per hour. At one point Judy guided me by watching the white line on HER side of the car. "If my kids were out in this I would be scared to death!" I said.
"Yeah, but they don't know!" No one did, except the three other ladies who were texting often to keep up with us. "Your tickets and room key are at the desk," Becky texted. "Tell her we're thirty miles away," I instructed. Surely we could make the opening in an hour. That was before Owenton.
A sharp right turn at a red light was impossible as we reached Owenton, so I cut through a service station to get a straight shot where we needed to be. We fishtailed through their parking lot. Not one clear spot on the untreated road appeared under us and enough of a hill ahead that cars were sideways trying to reach the top.
Miraculously, I eased my vehicle off the road at a local business. As we watched vehicle after vehicle back down the hill or slide off embankments, I prepared myself for a night in the car. Judy called road assistance to see what was ahead and all reports were bad. Just when we thought we were doomed (with only a breakfast bar between us), a salt truck peppered the hill and within minutes vehicles were moving. Off we went behind them and following the salt truck to the county line.
Eventually, we made a left turn onto I-71 which was at a standstill behind us because of a wreck. After only a few miles, we were off the interstate and back on a two-lane. "We've missed the first hour," I said somewhat apologetically. We were lucky to get there at all.
When we arrived, we valet parked the car, ran like madwomen to the desk to hear the clerk say, "Bad out there, isn't it?" grabbed our tickets, threw open the doors to the Belterra showroom, and followed an usher to our seats just in time to hear Michael Bolton sing, "When a Man Loves a Woman."
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