GONNA GET UP THAT HILL (INCLINE)
It was during a period of my life where I was a steady church goer. One Sunday we came out of church to find there had been an ice storm during the sermon. The parking lot was U-shaped; an entrance down a slight incline, the way to the exit was around and up a slight incline. Our car was parked halfway up the incline on the exit side.
When we got to our car, there were three cars ahead of us trying to go up the incline to the exit. The lot was shear ice and those cars were going nowhere. Other church goers were pushing to no avail. The whirl of those tires spinning ineffectively was almost deafening. The three cars tires spun and the cars did not move. The pushers managed to get the cars up maybe six inches after about fifteen minutes of pushing when they just quit. Moving up and over that incline was futile.
My father was an expert on driving on ice and snow. He taught me that no matter what, do not let the tires spin. As soon as the tires spin they dig into a rut and forward progress is next to impossible. If you want to move on ice, you must start with some momentum and do not push the gas too hard or the tires will spin.
With this knowledge in hand I backed my car out of the parking space. The church-going pushers waved and yelled at me to stop. “You’ll get stuck…It’s no use…Don’t even try it!”
I ignored their warnings and backed out and turned the car down the incline. Now the pushers went crazy. “NO NO, don’t go down, you’ll never go all the way up the incline!”
I pointed the car down the incline, put it in low, and slowly went down and around to the entrance lane, and without spinning the wheels let the momentum carry me up the entrance side with no problem. As I reached the top, the other cars in the lot all turned down the incline and followed my lead. All exited out the entrance as if it was never an issue.
I don’t recall anyone ever thanking me for my leadership, but it still felt good to lead the flock out of the church lot.