Interstate 80 Des Moines Iowa January of 1981

Interstate 80 Des Moines Iowa January of 1981 I was driving a new red Mustang with T-tops I felt sizzling hot Everyone ahead of me was inching along What is wrong with all these OLD people? I raced around them I had never heard of black ice And now I was its victim. My Mustang flew off Interstate 80 I was upside down, ready to land on my T-tops I yelled “GOD! HELP ME!” a giant hand came down from the sky and flipped me before I landed WHOOSH! I landed in a snow bank. Snow flew up past the windows on all sides. A guy in a suit began walking down the sixty- foot embankment to me. His coat and suit were snow-logged. I got into his car. He said “Lady, what did you do with that car?” He told me he used to work in the pit crew of the Indianapolis 500 and I should have landed on my top. There is no way a car can do that. And yet it did.