Karmedic Irony

The commute sucked.  It was snowing a little.  Barely at all.  Other drivers on the back roads I take were driving as if it were the blizzard of 19-freakin’-78.  I went for miles barely topping 20 mph.  It was embarassing. 

As the traffic moved slower and slower and I got later and later to work I started getting really pissed off.  Why the hell won’t these assholes just go?  If you’re that afraid to drive… don’t!  Simple.

About 100 yards away from my work’s driveway I had to take a right turn at a light.  I was going about 10-15 mph or so.  Very slow. 

That’s when Karma ironically kicked my ass.

I skidded in the turn.  My anti-lock breaks proved how useless they are and I failed to slow down at all.  I slammed into a curb, with my driver’s side front tire taking all of the force of the impact.

Now the question is… is a wheel with a cracked rim safer to drive than a wheel with a donut?  Probably not.  I’m really looking forward to going outside in the sub-freezing weather and changing my tire.

Yip-freakin’-ee.