It was the scariest road trip of my life. I was going about 25 mph along with all the other car traffic and these trucks whould just scream by at 65 or 70. I guess they thought at 8 feet off the ground they were somehow above the weather inversion layer that was closer to the ground like us car drivers were.
At one point I pulled off the highway into a Holiday Inn to stop for the night. Of course, no vacancy. I go to leave the parking lot and it was sheet ice. All the wheels locked up and my whole rig goes sliding downhill across a 4-way intersection, through a red light. The Good Lord steered me into the only non tree-lined/concrete abutted/cliff edged spot in the area. It turned out to be the gravel parking lot of a bar, threading the needle between two tractor trailers.
I took that as a hint from God that I should stop there and get a drink til the weather cleared.
It sure took a while for that darned weather to clear.
