Nothing better than almost dying for pride...

I was heading up to the cabin and this is my last time on my own here.
So, there was freezing rain warning and all that... and I was taking it slow. I passed a minivan waiting to pull out and it followed my path, "thank christ I am not following him," sez I.
This is a windy, snowy, mountain road that I have passed every car I ever came across while travelling, snow or not.
I was chilling out and taking it slow. Then, the van is fast approaching my rear. So, I say to myself, "No fucking way am I gonna give my crown as most crazy-assed fucking bastard on this strip of road this late in the game."
And I goose it, hey, I'm the "fastest thing in the valley" and I'll be damned if I'm losing that honour to some fucker in an aerostar. The rest of the trip he was slowly falling further behind, then up the steep part he was fast approaching, but I still won the race to the top of the hill.
Needless to say it was a wild ride and I fishtaled on a few corners, but made it safe, sound and victorious!

And I'm still the John Milner of this road dammit!

That is all.

(10 degrees and raining over here. Dreaming of a wet Christmas.)

Oh well...live and let pour