Shawn Lankton Online

The fascinating thing about cars is how futile their entire apparatus is when sliding on wet roads. Last night, as I was driving home I turned a corner. I turned the wheel back and waited. It was immediately apparent that something was amiss. The car, which at this point should have been going straight, was now pointed completely opposite of the way it ought to. Its direction of travel, however, was pretty much right-on. The entire experience of spinning down a country road with a forward velocity of 40mph and an angular velocity of about a turn a second is so novel that it didn’t exactly register at first.

About the time that it started to sink in, I was thinking, “this is pretty awesome!” It was at just that moment when my cute little car went careening off of the road, into a ditch, along side of a tree, and over a sign (that coincidently enough decried that the road was winding). There must have been some kind of tree-snake festival occurring just when I arrived. I was just getting used to not spinning anymore when about three snakes fell onto my windshield! Needless to say, the first thing that came into my head was, “Snakes on a Car!”
Later that night, the cops came; we pulled my car out of the ditch; I searched through snake-infested underbrush for my side view mirror; I went home. Ah life can be an adventure.