A moment in time - The Arctic / Fiat 126

Cheating an icy, sideways death on the Arctic Highway

4y ago

Set free by the polished ice, our little car’s rear wheels jumped suddenly sideways as we crested the rise. Brummy corrected the slide, but as he did the rear-engined Fiat fishtailed enthusiastically back the other way. One more desperate attempt to regain control, and all was lost. Helplessly wedged in the back seat, I looked over my shoulder and watched in horror as we hurtled backwards towards an icy fjord, its dark surface brooding ominously in the half-light.

“Brake!” I yelped.

“I am F**king braking!” Came Brummy’s stoical reply.

We flew off into the night, our speed slowly being scrubbed off, the fjord looming ever closer. Our wheels clipped its bank, nearly spinning us into the depths, and we careered off the road onto the only bit of flat grass for miles. Wheels glissading over the soft snow, the Fiat finally slid to a halt less than twenty feet from the water, and a similar distance from the very solid looking pine trees which had loomed up in our path.

After a few minutes sat in silence, my heart rate dropped sufficiently for me to speak again.

“Right, that’s it. I’m driving.”

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Comments (2)

  • Hi Jason, yeah, it was pretty much the closest call I've ever had in a car. You can see in the second pic how our wheels clipped the edge of the bank leading down to the lock - another foot or two further to the right, and we'd have gone in for sure. As the trapped sitting in the back of the 3-door car, I'm rather relieved we didn't...

      4 years ago
  • You conjured up my demons from many years ago when my sister hit black ice and we spun 180 degrees heading backwards towards a guardrail and oblivion. Thank god the guardrail absorbed the impact and punched us back into the middle of the road. Yours was a Fiat, ours was a Honda. Glad you did not end up in drink.

      4 years ago