Driving into Mom and Dad's this morning we encountered black ice.
We coasted up to the stop sign and I touched the brakes. The minivan started drifting sideways. Mrs ERJ gasped.
Off the brakes the vehicle started tracking.
I steered so the tires were outside the polished tracks from previous vehicles and feathered the brakes. Since we were only going thirty I had no problem stopping before the stop sign. Being retired, I can drive slowly and annoy the people behind me.
Just another day in the mid-West.
Perhaps I was a bit too smug.
Turning right off of Clare street onto Michigan Avenue I was stopped and waiting for traffic to clear.
I saw motion out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head left to see what it was in time to watch the red SUV that had been behind us slide sideways down the on-coming traffic lane into Michigan Avenue. He just barely stopped sliding before he hit the curb on the far side of Michigan Avenue.
Both Mrs ERJ and I have been rather cavalier about weather conditions. Front wheel drive. Killer tires. Cautious driving.
Somehow we spaced the fact that half of the drivers out there are below average and people still drive on bald tires.
Mom keeps telling us to stay home when the roads are bad. Maybe this is a case of older-and-wiser that we should listen to.