This must be the topic for bad driving stories.

A week after I got out of a cast from a car accident, I and a friend from high drove my little red pinto to vail to ski with some other high school friends over Thanksgiving. The poor little car would only go about 20 mph up the mountains. The first day they took out 16 skiers with broken legs, but I was young and fearless so I just kept skiing. The guys cooked a turkey and all the trimmings and buried it along with a gallon of wine at the top of a mountian and we had a wonderful time.

Then the blizzard started. My girlfriend and I were both nurses and we had to be back to work so we bought chains for the car and started home. Traffic was bumper to bumper with cars being hoisted up the side of the mountain all along the way. We were going so slow, my friend would get out and walk beside the car to clean the wipers that froze over with snow.

We finally found a hotel with a room, but it was Unheated. We were both total wrecks so we took the room. We wrapped up in blankets and sat in the sauna fully clothes til we were toasty warm then ran to the room and slept til we woke up freezing and did it all over again.

It was a fun trip though and I have never been so glad to get home.

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