Aimee had successfully navigated 8 hours of snow induced DC madness in the ChevOldsmoBuiac, thereby proving the value of a good snow tires, front wheel drive, and most importantly, having a clue. She suggested that I take the same vehicle to work today, given the unplowed street.
Knowing that the main road was clear, I elected to take the fuming stench monster Volvo, as I like heated seats and shifting gears. Boy was I pleased to sit in that heated seat, shift in to reverse, and utterly fail to get the car out of the driveway and into the unplowed street. That was totally fun.
The next 1/2 hour was spent digging lots and wishing I had taken her sage advice. The neighbor came over and helped push while I worked the clutch. We got some dirty looks from a garbage truck as we blocked the street. (woops) The car finally came free, and I spun tires all the way up the driveway back to the parking spot. Thereby proving the worthlessness of rear wheel drive, summer tires, heated seats, and complacency.
I waited until the postman came by, then took the ChevOldsmoBuiac to work.
It almost makes one think they don't get much snow in Sweden.
ReplyDeleteI would contribute several remembrances:
ReplyDeleteNew Hampshire blizzard of 79 3+feet
+Colorado Springs blizzard of 82 3 feet
+Colorado Springs blizzard of 84 3 feet
+Woodland Park blizzard of 92 2+feet (Penetubo winter)
+Woodland Park blizzard of 93 (Penetubo winter)
One of the great joys is pushing through snow up to the headlights of the Bronco and feeling that slight body rise associated with getting high centered - but not quite.
And this commentary would not be complete w/o mentioning sliding the BMW backwards down Chelton St. hill without bashing into anything important.