Driving the Gauntlet

Driving alone in my automobile; slipping and sliding two hands on the wheel.
Snow is falling, ice not ideal; cars in front don’t know the deal.

Treacherous edges, the mountains are steeping, visibility’s waning and trenches keep rising.
Speeding semi’s dust is heaping, pushing aside against all advising.

Reaching the summit cars slam to stop, look to the right a truck on its top.
Skip and screech tires hop, just to avoid sending my truck to the shop.

Driving beside to see their face, they’re on the phone the truck is in pieces.
Gliding stop just in case, looking behind the trouble increases.

No need to stop they let out a shout, so back in the truck and get about.
On my way avoiding all doubt, hazards abound try another route.

No change to traveling weather has soured; those on the road drive like a coward.
Slowly advancing extremely over powered, trucks with flashers snow is devoured.

Windshield splatters wipers squeaks; no need to panic just for streaks.
Chips are spread peak to peak; it’s starting to look better than bleak.

On the way down the storm subsides, leaving the snow is better for rides.
Knowing these storms seem to be nationwide, no time to make up for laws I abide.

Increasing the distance between here and there, I only made it with lots of prayer.
Not that you’ve tried this or even care, I know this is odd but I thought I'd share

Leaving the trouble far behind, four wheeling truck it’s time to unwind.
Ask me I’ll tell you I really don’t mind, but driving the gauntlet I’m not so inclined.