Today's thunderstormreminded me of an incident about 18 years ago.
At the time, I was living in Denton and working at Chili's in Carrollton. That day, it was raining very hard as I drove to work. I was driving a '79 RX-7.
I was coming up on the bridge over the lake just as I was catching up with another car. Just about the time my front bumper was even with his rear tire, we hit a huge puddle of water. His tires kicked up a continuous wave of water that crashed over my windshield. I was completely blind.
Then, I felt my Tiny Japanese Mobile Coffin lift, and the steering wheel went slack. I was hydroplaning. Luckily, I recognized it immediately.
Unfortunately, it felt like my car was drifting to the right a little. The car that was still blinding me was to my right. And I think we were overlapped, a little.
I moved the steering wheel less than an inch to the left. And I pushed in the clutch. Man, I was glad I was driving a manual just then.
And then I just waited.
There was nothing more I could do. I just waited to see what would happen. Was I going to keep drifting until I contacted the other car? Was he hydroplaning, too? Would he/she/it freak out and wipe out into me?
A week and a half later (it was probably two seconds, total) the deluge from the other car subsided. My car lost enough speed to settle back onto the road. I made it into work without further incident.
It was mildly exciting. And, if I'm allowed to toot my own horn, I was pretty proud of myself for keeping my cool and handling the car properly.
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