It was slippy and slidey just like that fateful day.

I am now fully sideways on this road.

All my tires have lost traction, not a single one has grip.

The fate of this car is at my fingertips. 

I turn into the corner and floor the gas

as people watch through a spyglass,

analyzing my every move,

yelling at me, telling me how to improve.

They see me sliding towards the edge, 

but can’t do anything as I hit the hedge.

They all run over to see if I am okay.

I’m just upset I put on such a terrible display.