The HillsI used to live at the base of a steep hill. We have no shortage of those, here in these parts. The road that came down it was straight as an arrow on the map, but in three-space suffered a bit from the drop. Any given winter, there are nights when the weather turns the roads foul and slick (slippy, to use the local vernacular) and occasionally a driver would find themselves bereft of traction as they came down. I have only seen that end very badly once, and even then I do not think anyone was seriously hurt. The problem, I think, is that the road was something of a thoroughfare, used by drivers who were not necessarily familiar with the area. While they were careful, it would sometimes turn out that they were not careful enough.
There are similar roads where I live now; I have a beautiful view of one from the study window. Tonight is a night of slippery roads, with fine mists of snow or rain descending. I am not too worried, though; this new place is a neighborhood, filled with excellent locals, and I do believe they will be sufficiently gentle with their cars and trucks. So far, so.
Go Colts!
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