Trip to Marion, 35 miles.
Light rain; stoplight on 37 at 22. Light turns to green. Hit gas. Whirrrrr! Back off gas.
Big light on dash
LOW TRACTION
Duh. I've been driving sixty years. I need a light to tell me the wheels were spinning.
And people wonder why cars cost a left arm and a right leg.
2 comments:
It's one of those cases of "Just because you can, doesn't mean you should".
Lin, so very true-- of so many things!
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