Out of control - or not? 🤔

🚘 I’m not driving fast to a dentist appointment on a typical Vermont winter day when I feel a familiar slipping beneath me that demands my full attention. I gently touch the brakes, noting to self: don’t oversteer. I’m aware that I’m going downhill and I’m not going any slower. In fact, I’m sliding into the other lane. Good thing no one is coming. I stay calm, reminding myself that I’m good at steering out of a skid. But this is not any skid. Now I’m fishtailing. OH. There’s nothing I can do to stop this one. I’m out of control. I hold onto the wheel and wonder what will happen next.