I <3 snow!
However, I hate all life.
At least, when they get behind the wheel of their car and attempt to drive said snow. I swear to god, when it snows it like watching the goddamn Exorcist. Perfectly normal drivers start to froth at the mouth and speak in tongues.
These freaks split into two main types. Those who brake for no reason, and those who brake for no man. (And then there is me, who simple wants to break all their little chicken necks.) I witnessed both of these types of drivers either spin into a guardrail, or make someone else spin into a guardrail today. Multiple times.
There is something wrong when 4 wheel drive cars are eating it, while I am fine. I mean, I drive a car that handles like a cafeteria tray in the snow. I don't think I can even call it driving. It's more offering helpful hints and suggestions as to which way the Beast should point itself. And yet I was able to avoid retards, guardrails, and a deer, all while not driving 15 miles per hour.
At least, when they get behind the wheel of their car and attempt to drive said snow. I swear to god, when it snows it like watching the goddamn Exorcist. Perfectly normal drivers start to froth at the mouth and speak in tongues.
These freaks split into two main types. Those who brake for no reason, and those who brake for no man. (And then there is me, who simple wants to break all their little chicken necks.) I witnessed both of these types of drivers either spin into a guardrail, or make someone else spin into a guardrail today. Multiple times.
There is something wrong when 4 wheel drive cars are eating it, while I am fine. I mean, I drive a car that handles like a cafeteria tray in the snow. I don't think I can even call it driving. It's more offering helpful hints and suggestions as to which way the Beast should point itself. And yet I was able to avoid retards, guardrails, and a deer, all while not driving 15 miles per hour.