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I did, 5 hours ago.
...out of town, working on a long drive home. Just me, my Jeep, and I, whipping through the snowy night, down one of the most dangerous (curvy & very hilly), narrow highways in our county. I was pre-occupied with handling a bottle of carrot-orange juice in one hand, and scanning through to my favorite song, on a Skynard c.d., with the other. Then, I changed my mind, and beginning flipping through my c.d. binder, searching for Hell Freezes Over, as I thought this more appropriate, what with the weather and all. All the while, my Jeep is creeping closer to the snowy edge of the road...Suddenly, I was barrelling down an embankment, toward a creek I think? It was so dark, and the road was void of any travelers this late at night. I finally got my big baby under control, and stopped her in time. I sat there for a few minutes, catching my breath, and just staring at the creek, or whatever the blackness was ahead of me, in my path. When I finally felt my pulse rate begin to lower, my first thought, was that I could freeze. My second thought, was &%$#, I'm not even packing my 38! What if some psychotic farmer, liquored up on enough Kentucky Moonshine to be dangerously vile, stops by to help me? #1, I was alive. #2, *%^$ that! I threw the Jeep into 4-wheel drive, and dared it not to respond. After a few threats of arsen, to the vehicle, it stopped jerking around, and took off up the hill. I hit the highway, like a bat out of hell, screaming "Kiss My Ass", and finished the journey home, on the wings of the Eagles!
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