Hoist by their own petard!
I once attended college in a small place in the northern Adirondack mountains, where I studied to be a forester. At the time I drove a 1977 Toyota Corolla, baby-shit yellow, rear-wheel drive, with a lawnmower engine in a chassis that weighed less than my ex wife. Lotsa fun in the snow, if you like spinning out all the time.

One morning as I drove to school I found that the state snowplows had been through to scrape off the night's snowfall. While this is normally a good thing, it turned out that they had scraped the snow off of the glare ice that was beneath- and had not put down any sand. So the snow, which would have provided at least a bit of traction, was removed to make a nice long skating rink out of the roads.

I cursed the jackasses in the plows as I slid along- by that time I had been driving the car long enough to be expert at making it go through damn near anything- and came to a curve at the top of a hill, where a man was frantically signaling me to stop. I slid to a halt next to him, and he warned me of the cars off the road on the other side of the curve. I thanked him and crept forward, and marveled at the sight of about twenty vehicles shot into the snowbanks. I carefully threaded my way through the wreckage-

-and found that the two state snowplows had slid off the road and were wedged into the hillside.

Yes, I did indeed grin and give them a thumbs up as I went past.

Twats.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 21 Feb 2008, 16:59, 6 replies)

*click*
for baby-shit yellow! I know the exact colour you mean.
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Thu 21 Feb 2008, 18:18, closed)

Now now!
It's not good to laugh at other people's misfortune.....chuckle..
( girlinthehole, Thu 21 Feb 2008, 18:48, closed)

Aha! My Dad is a similarly careful and experienced driver, he once told me a similar tale,
some chav up his arse honking at him to go faster in foggy, icy conditions on a country lane, so he calmy moved to one side when he could, and on passed the fouly gesticulating chav at great speed, to immediately slide off the road at the next corner and turn onto his roof, followed by my Dad patiently pootling past waving at him...

Karma in action, or just the usual stupidity reaping it's own rewards, you decide!
( ..wil, Thu 21 Feb 2008, 19:07, closed)

fun!



I had an '87 Corolla when I was in College. It was white and a hatch-back. How funny.
( flirting with badgers What? It sounded good at the time., Fri 22 Feb 2008, 2:18, closed)

My mate David
was driving back from a gig in heavy snow when he was overtaken at great speed by a bloke in a Vectra.

Several miles further on, he saw the Vectra again. Wedged into the banking at the side of the road.

The driver wasn't hurt, but neither was he best pleased. Especially when David waved to him as he drove gently past!
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Fri 22 Feb 2008, 9:04, closed)

I lived in Syracuse in the 80s
just about the time 4WD trucks were starting to get fashionable among the wannabee macho rednecks. The first real snow of the year would invariably result in a rash of idiots in their 4WD trucks driving as if it were midsummer, convinced that somehow 4WD made their trucks magically stick to the road like velcro.

I used to delight in honking the horn as I went by them as they were about thirty feet off the road up an embankment, wondering how they got there.

The law of inertia really doesn't care if you have balls like coconuts in your manly truck- if you come to a curve at 60 mph on slippery roads, you're going straight.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 22 Feb 2008, 13:02, closed)