So I break over the hill behind National Grid's 2 ton bucket truck. Virgin snow on the downslope. He fishtails, almost corrects, overcorrects, off, off, off, onto the shoulder, two wheels in the ditch, ass end just kisses the National Grid wooden power pole, snapping it in half twenty feet up. Then the truck flops over completely on its side in the ditch. So so close to being at the right place at the right time.