06-June-2003
It was in January, a half year after
my 18. Birthday. My first car was a Volkswagen Golf II (front wheel drive) with 75 PS/HP and
only with summer tires. I was very proud on it! At this time I had two jobs and worked on the
weekends in a Disco. I got the job over my friend Diana who worked there also. The Disco was
in the next city, approx. 60 km away. Diana lived there in her own flat in a suburb. She had
no car.
When I drove to work this evening, the weather was still o.k.. It was dry and the roads were
neither icy nor snow-covered. We always worked in the Disco from 8 o'clock in the evening until
early in the morning.
Our prescribed "work clothes" were black high pumps and black miniskirts and white
tight/short tops with the name of the discotheque on it. I wore a pantyhose, too. Diana not.
I think we looked very sexy in our working uniform. Diana was really a hot looking 18 years
young girl! She liked especially to dress up very sexy, because she liked to make all men crazy
with her sexy kind. She was about 5'6" tall and had beautiful long dark brown hair. She
also was nice tanned, because she often went to the sun bank. How I was looking like: I think
you know me-the difference between now is that I was a few years younger and at this time my
hair was much longer then now. It really reached to my hips!
This evening was very troubled. During the evening we heard again and again that it had dreadfully
begun to snow and that there was lightning ice on the streets. Many people turned around on
the parking lot because they wanted to wait till the snow-storm ended. But during the night
we heard that the chaos diminished and the roads already were freed again with strewing cars.
Against 5.00 o'clock we finished work. I had promised Diana to drive her home as usually. The
air outside was clear and cold and the snow stopped. The way up to the car was easy and without
problems, since the parking lot was covered with gravel. We were a little bit afraid of having
problems with the ice and snow, but we were so glad to finally have end of workday and to sit
in the car.
First we drove completely carefully from the parking lot and onto the next main street. Here
everywhere the roads were vacated. The snow lay in small hills besides the streets. I noticed
when driving that the road was slippery, but I drove slowly and it went well forward. The further
we drove on the main street through the city, the safer we felt. Finally the car got warm inside
and we were in a good mood. At the next gas station I had to hold. Diana had to buy bread and
Coca Cola, because she hadn't bought it during the day. Then we drove on. I said to Diana:
"What a luck! A few hours before we probably would had driven in a traffic chaos. Now
everything is calm and peaceful again." We made ourselves no concerns at all that we still
could get problems somewhere and laughed.
Then I had arrived at Dianas suburb and bent into the first roads. Here it became a little
more slippery again. But I drove slowly and paid attention to steer calmly and in time into
the curves. Everything ran well. Until we in-bent into the road, where Diana lived. When bending
into the road we saw that it was not vacated. The whole road was covered with snow, but not
high only approx. 5 cm. I was not afraid because I thought it would be easier to drive on the
snow than on a smooth slippery road. But the further I drove into the road, the more I felt
that it was very, very slippery and the tires revved up already violently. Then I stopped in
front of Dianas house.
But she said: "Why don't you first turn here to drive back?" "Oh, yes, OK!"
I answered. Then I drove further forward, in order to turn at the end of the road in a semi-circle.
I drove completely slowly, but it became even more slippery. I felt, how the tires revved and
hardly had traction on the ground. Although I pushed the gas pedal completely down, the car
moved even slower. Then I only heard the sound of the spinning tires on the snow... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
and the car didn't moved one more meter. Diana and I became a little jerky and began to slip
on our seats back and forth. I put in the reverse gear and tried to drive backwards, the only
thing what happened was again the sound of the spinning tires: "zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"...
Hhhhmmm, I thought, I probably would have made something wrong. The car didn't move! I thought,
it would be my fault because of the fact that I was not used to drive on snow and slippery
roads. Probably I only made a stupid driving error. So I continued to try….. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
... I was convinced that if I made it only correctly, I would come out of this situation. Again
I inserted the forward gear and steered straightforward. Then I tried to start completely slowly
by remaining a little on the clutch and giving completely carefully gas with my pumps. I heard
the engine and again a quiet ssssssssss, ssssssssss, ssssssssssss. However I had the feeling,
the car would move a little and I would be outside in a few seconds. So I went from the gas
and tried again to start slowly and carefully. The car actually moved, but unfortunately only
a little sideways. "Damn!!" I shouted while I was pushing at the steering wheel.
It did not have a sense. So I tried the same in the reverse gear. I thought that the car moved
a little at all, would be a good indication and continued to try. But it did not help. I said
to Diana: "We are stuck I think. We are really stuck" while I tried to move the car
from the place. Diana and I became completely quiet. I thought, if I only would concentrate
enough, were considered and would make everything correct, then we would be fast outside. I
was so much concentrated and probably only from time to time muttered something like: "Shit
… Come on …Please …!" Diana was probably quiet, because she noticed
how concentrated I was.
Now we looked at each other and didn't know what to do. I had tried several times to drive
forward, backwards and sideways - without any success. We were totally stuck in the snow. At
least it was pretty warm in the car. Now I asked Diana: "Do you have any idea what I should
do??" But since she had no driving license yet, she didn't know either. I was still completely
surprised, that we got in such a situation. I couldn't imagine this before. Therefore I could
not yet believe it. Because I didn't want to step out into the snow, I tried it again. I put
in the forward gear and tried to push the gas pedal fast and heavily. Who knows, perhaps that
could bring us out here. My pumps were squeezing the gas pedal to the metal zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…
But I only heard the engine revving up and the snow squirting away. Now I smelted for the first
time in my life the smell of the "burning tires" and of the "melting clutch".
But I continued to try. This time in the reverse gear. During this I then tried to steer in
different directions. I thought that the tires perhaps would find another place with sufficiently
firm snow, where they would have traction again. I shouted to my VW: "Come on! Please,
baby-bring me out of this!!!", but the only answer I got from it was :"zzzzzzzzzz"
But it did not help anything. Now I started to swear louder. I remembered that I already could
lie in my bed now for a time. I was suddenly very tired. Diana also. We simply had no more
desire to be stuck at all. We were frustrated that we were stuck there. I had still a long
way home. Diana was actually at home. Perhaps she had a bad conscience that I got stuck on
the way driving her home. However she remained the whole time with me in the car while I was
trying to free it. Now I stopped the engine. We leaned back in our seats. I was angry and despaired
at the same time.
I said to Diana: "What a holy shit!" (or something similar in German :-)…).
That can't be possible! We are totally stuck! What should we do now?" We remembered, what
the guests of the Disco had reported a few hours before. We were rather frustrated, but actually
we felt still comfortable. Nevertheless we were together and sat in a warm car. Outside it
became already slowly brightly. It was early in the morning and all people slept. The roads
were completely empty at this time. That made the scene somehow terribly and unreal at the
same time. There was nobody, which we could ask for help or to tow us out of the snow!
Then Diana made a great suggestion: "Hey, what do think? I try to push the car while you
try to drive us out of this?" "Woow! Great idea!" I said. "Do you really
want to do this?" "YES!" Diana answered. OK-that sounded nice in my ears. I
started to hope again and felt already better. "That must work!!!" I thought. Then
Diana stepped out. That was however already more difficult than expected. We had not considered
that it was icy outside and we would not have grip with our pumps. Directly with the first
step Diana nearly would have slipped, but she could hold herself on the doorframe. On the way
to the back of the car she groped along the car with both hands. During this I started the
engine again. I was glad that I could sit in the warm car. Diana was larger than I and wore
the flatter shoes. In any case she would push the car better than I could do that.
When I saw that Diana had arrived at the back, I began again to push the gas pedal completely
slowly and carefully and Diana tried to push the car out. But she simply slipped away with
her shoes on the ice. Instead of that she could pushed the car forward, she just pushed herself
backwards. Diana tried to find some grip with her pumps on the snow. Then we tried it again.
"Come on!!!", I shouted. Again with the same result: The car didn't move a millimeter.
But instead Diana moved even more. This way it didn't make a sense. Diana returned and sat
down into the car. I stopped the engine again.
Diana was exhausted and her face was completely red because of the cold outside. But she seemed
to be encouraged again. I felt even more despaired and frustrated. I was totally annoyed, because
I felt so helpless. I didn't control my car any longer, because I did not know, what I should
do. And in addition I thought: "Great! I am stuck here and my boyfriend lies at home in
bed and waits (… or probably just sleeps …). He would certainly know what to
do. He wouldn't have such problems and will laugh at me." That my boyfriend waited for
me at home was the reason why I absolutely wanted to drive home. (The next day I thought: "Why
haven't I called him from Dianas flat and told him I'm fine and I will sleep at Diana. But
I didn't got this idea before!) Diana said: "That's enough! This way it will not work.
With this shoes I have no grip at all on the snow. I go up into my flat and change shoes. Then
I come back and we will try it again, Ok??!!" Diana was great! I was so relieved! I asked
whether I should help her, because it was so icy outside. So we could give each other some
hold.
That was quite a funny slide portion. Just like in the ice skating stadium-but with pumps!
We held on together and went completely carefully. With each step rolled either she or I and
we fell down nearly each meter. But we also had fun. We screamed, when we slipped and laughed.
We had still been able to hold each other.
Outside in the fresh air I started to feel better. Finally we arrived at her house.
Unfortunately none of Dianas shoes fitted me, because she had much larger feet than I. But
she changed her shoes and put on a tight jeans, while I was waiting. The way back to the car
went already much better, because this time Diana had good grip with her boots and had only
to help me.
After arriving at the car I sat in again and started it, while Diana went to the back in order
to push. Now we tried it again. I inserted the first gear and pushed the gas pedal down --
again carefully while Diana pushed. "Come on, now!" I screamed! First we heard again
only the wheels revving up zzzzzz…and then suddenly, the car moved slowly a little forward.
Because of this surprise Diana stopped to push and the car stood again. But now we were encouraged.
It went forward-that was a good sign for us! We tried it again. I gave gas and Diana pushed
as hard as she can. And again the car went forward for a piece. Then I tried it alone. I started
again slowly. I thought, now the car is outside the worst. But it didn't work yet. So Diana
had to push again. But this time we kept the car slow in motion. I remained on the gas. Suddenly
I drove the car completely without help. I saw in the rear view mirror that Diana stopped to
push. I drove! Completely slowly and carefully, I tried to drive and turn the curve now. Before
getting stuck I remained with the turning maneuver. And it worked! I drove a large semi-circle.
Completely slowly. I was jubilant internally! Yippiehhhhhhhh!!! I drove on. "Don't stop!"
I thought. "Please, continue …!" "Yes, c'mon!!!". I was afraid to
get stuck again. I drove to the end of the road, where this led into the main street again.
The main street was free of ice and snow!
There I stopped. I stepped out and went back. Diana came to meet me. We fell each other into
the arms and laughed. I was so glad to be finally be outside. Diana was proud on the fact that
she had managed it to push me out there. Suddenly we were no longer tired at all! I thanked
her cordially and waited till she had disappeared into her house. Then I set into the car and
drove myself home.
Now I was naturally particularly careful, because I did not want that such a thing happens
to me again. Once in the evening was enough! But the way home on the strewn roads ran without
further incidents and I was lucky to be finally at home.
Finally I found this stuck adventure very exciting. First we were angry and despaired. But
later it was rather adventurous and even funny. Owing to my friend I didn't had fear. And owing
to her I finally got unstuck there! Later we remembered gladly this adventure again and again
and laughed. Afterwards I found it very exciting. And I remember now gladly the noise of the
wheels on the snow and ice. If I hear today such a similar noise, I must smile. But unfortunately
at that time I had no leisure to enjoy it. In addition we were much too excited.
Since this day I often got in difficult situations on icy and snowy streets. Once I drove against
a lantern and another time almost nearly. But today I have not so much fear in this situations.
If such a thing happens to me, I find it exciting. In addition I like the feeling of the slipping
tires on the snow. It is somehow a funny feeling. But those are all different stories again...
Maybe next time I will tell one of the others …!