A Case for Micro Spikes
I slipped on the ice the other day and landed hard on my back. The backyard was a sheet of ice with a dusting of snow on top of it. I knew the dangers of these conditions, after all, I’ve lived in New England most of my life. But I couldn’t find the micro spikes after turning out the camping stuff and looking in all the usual spots, so I decided to walk carefully and slowly. Bad move. The ice sloped down towards the back fence, and the coating of snow on top of it created extremely hazardous conditions. I tried to walk on blades of dormant glass that were popping up through the snow… nope. Before I knew it I was slammed onto my back.
I’ve been hit by a car and the world went into slow motion as I migrated from bumper to windshield. I still remember it 42 years later. This wasn’t like that. No slow motion, no reaction time whatsoever. Slammed onto the cold, hard ice at high velocity. The only thing I managed to do was keep my head from hitting the ground. People die from stuff like that. I don’t care to die just yet.
After lying on the ice for a minute assessing my condition, I could tell I did some damage, but it wasn’t catastrophic. No, just painful. Hell, two days later and its still painful. I feel like Rocky pounded my ribcage for 9 rounds. Just another winter in paradise.
I eventually found the micro spikes. I’ll wear them from now on when I feed the birds. Spring is less than 30 days away. Around here that usually means second winter. Best to keep those micro spikes handy.
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