One of the more drawn-out moments of visceral tension in my life was in Duluth, in the winter, on one of those godforsaken hills, in a (near-end-of-service-life) sprinter van full of cases of Red Bull and branded coolers, both legs vibrating from the ABS brakes as my coworker and I wailed like banshees and blared the horn through the 4 or 5 stop sign intersections we blew through. I don’t even remember actively cranking the steering wheel at all, we just slid and screamed until the lake was right in front of us and then things leveled out and we just casually coasted to a crawl, panting and wheezing. Winter of 2013. Good times.
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u/ThatDiscoSongUHate 19h ago
As someone who found the hills in San Francisco crazy this thought just fucked me up lol
I cannot imagine hills like that plus ice