Driving home from a friend’s house last evening in the Cobra, it had been lightly snowing for most of the afternoon. Not really much in the way of accumulation, just that first-snow-of-the-season thing. I backed off quite a bit on my driving — the road conditions were iffy.
Yep. Iffy, all right.
On the M-5 north ramp from I-96 east, there’s a bridge over 12 Mile Road. It *always* ices up (actually, the one on the southbound M-5 does, too) long before anything else does. I was doing maybe 30-35 mph (in a section posted at 70) when I hit it, and, sure as hell… icy. Back end of the car started to come around. Caught it, and the next two or three reversals. The 4th one put the right front corner into the wall, which spun me around and put the right rear corner into the wall.
My own damned fault. I should’ve known and backed off even more.
No airbags. Good. Not even hard enough to trip the inertia switch for the fuel pump. Front fascia is messed up, pushed the front of the hood up a bit (so the upper rad support may need to be replaced), left headlamp pushed out (I slapped it back in). Rear fascia and possibly the exhaust pipe on the right side is messed up. I haven’t looked at it any closer now that it’s daylight, but I think the sheetmetal is largely okay in the rear.
Just another damned inconvenience. I gotta get it fixed before I can drive it down to Texas. I’ll be getting that going today.
ETA at noon-thirty: Arrangements made, claim filed, taking car to shop this afternoon. It’s nice when you can call the owner of the dealership on his cell phone… the Network is one of the things I will miss about this place.