Spikes and rain — logbook Toyota Corolla Levin 1991
Guys, I sprinkle ashes on my head and write here not to complain or brag, but in order to once again urge everyone to be careful!
The onset of winter is taking a long time for us this year. So, if on November 14, 2009 the ski slopes near the city were already open, then this year the snowflakes are not yet in the city. However, we are ready to repel the insidious onset of ice and snowdrifts at any moment, and therefore the cars have already been changed into winter tires, in my case Toyo Garrit I, studded. Well, that is, there are no longer full-fledged spikes, but what is left after two winter seasons, one of them, moreover, spent on Peschanka. Spikes can be said to be observed in trace amounts.
And during the day it was raining. Such a nasty, small, only dirty glass. And so, I'm driving along one street, not too busy in terms of transport, but replete with shops and scurrying pedestrians. The atmosphere is like a flea market. Accordingly, no one is in a particular hurry to go anywhere, we drive in a sluggish stream, no more than 40 km / h. Kaldina is driving ahead, we are approaching a zebra crossing, and then a lady of indefinite retirement age emerges from behind parked cars, and it’s so fast to the crossing, and nothing worries her in this mortal world, even without turning her head starts moving. I understand everything: the pedestrian crossing is the territory of the two-legged, but common sense should not leave, in any case, you need to think a little with your head. And then we (the drivers) have to think for ourselves, and for that guy, and for the bipeds, and sometimes they even forget to think for themselves. Well, okay, there are plenty of sheep among both the first and the last. We return to our (rams). Kaldina, of course, hits the brakes. With a delay of a fraction of a second, seeing the flashing brake lights, I do the same. However, I see that the intensity of deceleration is slightly different for us, and I also observe the rear of the above car approaching, then a push ... then everything was quiet.
They went out and looked. Of course, the first thing "I admit my guilt: measure, degree, depth," sincerely apologized to the owner Kaldino. An adequate person was caught, he did not kick me. Together they looked, wondered at my stopping distance. It turned out that it seemed that the distance was blue, and the speed limit was not exceeded, and the reaction was normal, but she did something wrong (most likely she pressed the brake too sharply, so the wheels immediately blocked), and the brake trail was at least 5 meters.
Well, then I had to part with a certain sum of money so as not to spoil the insurance history and not waste time on registration of an accident, then, with the help of Kolyan, tear out the bumper from the bowels of the car, tie it to a wire. Ahead is still the restoration of the headlight mount (well, we still know how to do this from Peschanka) and the extension of the bumper bracket - all this later, when the time comes.
The moral of the story is this - test what your car is capable of and do everything with a margin.
