side lite leds
side lite leds
side lite leds
When I first left home for college, my mother was a genuine stickler about safety. I can't really count all the lectures I endured about safety, that, while well meaning, weren't really subjects I was terribly interested in as I left home for the first time. Of particular non-interest on my agenda were the numerous lessons about driving safety. Mom liked to drone on and on about how I will keep my car well-stocked with emergency items such as flashlights and blankets because "you are able to never tell what will happen." I ignored such advice, but before I left home, Mom made sure to stock my vehicle with lots of blankets in the trunk and a surefire flashlight, streamlight flashlight, two led pelican flashlights, and a small maglite stored in the glove compartment (along with all the appropriate batteries.) side lite leds
I rolled my eyes, but never got around to clearing out the glove compartment. As life has a means of doing, eventually, my mother's words came back again to haunt me on the night that my mini maglite saved my life! side lit leds
I was driving down a classic country road (one of many in the fantastic Midwest) late one night following a party, and to my great irritation and surprise, I'd a set tire. Pulling over the medial side of the street, I cursed my luck, and opened my glove compartment. I'd little choice but to hear Mom's wisdom these times, since the country road lacked any street lights. Looking through the options, I finally picked the mini maglite, primarily because it absolutely was the closest. Testing the batteries, I opened my door and stepped out into the medial side of the road.
I'd had the misfortune to have my flat tire on an item of road that stretched between two forested areas. I figured since I was on quite a abandoned little bit of road, it would be easier and quicker to simply change the tire myself, as opposed to wait around on roadside assistance.
I walked nonchalantly back towards the trunk of the vehicle, and when I was about six inches from the trunk, the light from my mini maglite picked on the unmistakable brown and black markings of the timber rattlesnake.
Timber rattlesnakes are rare in this kind of area of the Midwest, and it wouldn't have have even dawned on me to check on for any kind of snake, had I not had my trusty flashlight sidekick within my hands. Know more
Backing carefully and slowly away, as never to disturb the snake, I opened the entranceway and got back in my car. I used my mobile phone to demand the roadside assistance I have been wary of before.
It took the kind people a great hour to get me, and the complete time, all I really could wonder is imagine if I'd actually been bitten by that snake? Would they have taken that long to get me, whilst the rattlesnake's venom took its toll on my body?