Fog on the road, white out conditions.
Cannot see a thing; wind bats car back and forth
Sideways, as we try to advance forward.
Slap. Slap. Drive. Slap. Slap.Drive.
The windshield wipers appeared to have turned on.
Oh, I guess I did do that.
It does not help at all. Slap. Slap. Drive. Slap.Slap. Drive.
Christmas Eve. The car is sliding, we...
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