A close shave.......

A rather eventful weekend came to an end this Monday morning; drinking and pub hopping from the Cooper Hewitt to the Village Lantern until 5 in the morning, despite a flu attack, a rather sober Saturday since it followed my hyper friday night partying binge and then Sunday was my first close shave in my car.......

The backdrop was the ramp leading onto the Queensboro bridge from Astoria into Manhattan. The ramp is a snaky little thing with a concrete road, narrow lanes and tight turns. After the slight drizzle, driving on it was nothing short of skating on ice. Before I knew it, the car had spun 180 degrees and was facing oncoming traffic. Luckily, the traffic was light and not too close. Strangely, people saw I had skid, but honked as though I had done it on purpose. My girlfriend and I were a little shaken, but we collected our thoughts and of course a broken headlight, only to find out it wasn't mine, probably belonged to some poor soul who might have fallen victim to the treachery of the same venue, and then made our way into the city and shopped as though nothing happened!

In hindsight, I guess my gaming skills with Need for Speed definitely helped as I think I controlled the skid pretty well :) However, the whole thing feels surreal, and I guess its just one of those things that absolutely has to happen at least once to someone who drives a car!

No bones broken, car isn't damaged too bad, had a fabulous night out...so, all's well, that ends well!