as if… clearly i should not be driving
As if tumbleweed pylons, flying fire and ice weren’t enough, now you get to add my own quasi-stupidity to the mix.
Again in the Gardiner tonight, as it had just finished snowing, I realize that the light indicating that the windshield washer fluid is out is finally starting to mean something as I keep squirting and it keeps pumping out less and less liquid.
I have never had such a burning in the pit of my stomach panic feeling as I did when I realized I could no longer see out of the windshield and, crap, I was merging onto the 427.
Super-alert, adrennaline pumping, I stay in the right hand lane, and get off at Dundas — coincidentally the exact place I had to get off to remove said pylon from axle and luckily there is a Petro Can right there.
I purchase (on MasterCard because of course I have no cash — just 15 pounds Sterling in my wallet from my trip way back in September) the $4.59 bottle of windshield washer fluid, pop open the hood and pour in my lifeline to safety.
I swear that I should just give up driving Westbound on the Gardiner. Maybe I should always find a circuitous route to avoid it at all costs. Nothing seems to happen to me on the parallel Lakeshore Blvd. come to think of it… Hmmm…