It'd be a definite B road.

My life, of late, sort of reminds me of how the mountain roads get, 'round these parts, come late winter.

You see, it can get bitterly cold here, in northeastern NY--not just your normal, run-of-the-mill cold, but cold as in the kind that can easily kill you, if you're unprepared for it--and sometimes, even if you are. It's been known to get to 40 below zero, farenheight, here, some winters--though the average frigid temps generally hover from zero to 25 below, F. That's, I think minus 17 C, to approx. minus 31 C.

And boy, by the end of the winter, those days of bitter cold, start to merge with slightly warmer temps as we head into spring--and viola! Ordinary pavement starts to resemble a roller-coaster track.

There's bumps--lots and lots of bumps, humps and dips...love the dips. I remember once, I was going down the Corinth Mountain road, known to locals as "Call Street." This is a twisty, winding country road, Following alongside the Hudson River, through the southern Adirondack mountains. Well, there's this one spot on the road, where, every year, during "frost heave" season, a swath of the road, about the length and width of a Skoda SUV, dips--or rather, more or less drops. Well, I found that out the hard way, one day.

This road is a main route from the small town where I was living at the time, to the city of Glens Falls--hence I traveled it quite frequently, back about 7 years ago, and being an old hand at these sorts of roads, and..okay, a bit of a lead foot, I was blithely whizzing along the road--when I hit "The Dip."

Ouch.

My car I had back then--an 87 Ford Ranger pick up truck, bless it-- went airborne slightly--and, consequentially, so did I.

I literally was bounced out of the seat, and hit the top of my head on the roof...okay, in case you're wondering, yes, it hurt. Quite a lot, actually.

I Kept going though, didn't even slow down--well, okay, I did a little, keeping a weather eye out for any more heaves and dips.

And that's been my life, these past two years--getting rapped on the head a lot--mostly metaphorically speaking--except for one brief episode a year ago, involving a cat, a hard wooden bed post and a bit of post-concussion syndrome.

But my life is sometimes, it seems, just filled with bumps and humps and dips...and often, just when I think I've found a level stretch of road--one of those huge roof-banging dips comes along. Which is sort of what I'm dealing with now.

And when it hits, you yell, maybe say a few choice words, or cry...you get a little gun-shy about the road ahead, and fuss and worry about what lies ahead, what's going to happen next--but, you keep on driving, you keep on moving along---because if you stop....your journey is over, and you'll never have a chance to see what's next around the bend.--whether that be a series of bumps, a yawning hole or a level stretch of road with a lovely view.