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I am not making up the names. These come from ostensibly serious weather news sites.
This morning, I got up at 6:30, left the house an hour later. Out of the driveway, in several inches of snow- this required the skill and technique of my years of driving, not only requiring me to step on the brake, but also push the gear selector into reverse. Then, drawing on my finely honed skills, I let my foot off the brake and rolled into my unplowed street. With great skill and concentration, I then shifted into drive and, ever so carefully, feathered the gas. Off I went! Into the driving snow! The gusting winds! The 25 degree temperatures!
I braved my way a good mile and a half, suffering such hardships as stop signs, corners, and even another car on the road! But no, BB held the road good and true, even without snow tires! I found my way to the destination of my dreams, a lunchenette. I had eggs, french toast, potatoes, and sausage patties. It was good, a worth reward for my toils!
Then we left, having had to clear off some snow from the car. It was really coming down, there must of been another half an inch! But I set out for my next quest, to drive up a spiral flyover. The grade was steep, but BB was willing. We set out to the Goose, and filled her tanks! Then, merging back onto the road, there must have been a good three other cars, we continued back home, around the jug handle, through the light. Snow, as far as the eye could see. But I turned back on to my street, back into my snow covered driveway.
Home at last. And not a single traction control light lit.
Bomb cylclone defeated!
This morning, I got up at 6:30, left the house an hour later. Out of the driveway, in several inches of snow- this required the skill and technique of my years of driving, not only requiring me to step on the brake, but also push the gear selector into reverse. Then, drawing on my finely honed skills, I let my foot off the brake and rolled into my unplowed street. With great skill and concentration, I then shifted into drive and, ever so carefully, feathered the gas. Off I went! Into the driving snow! The gusting winds! The 25 degree temperatures!
I braved my way a good mile and a half, suffering such hardships as stop signs, corners, and even another car on the road! But no, BB held the road good and true, even without snow tires! I found my way to the destination of my dreams, a lunchenette. I had eggs, french toast, potatoes, and sausage patties. It was good, a worth reward for my toils!
Then we left, having had to clear off some snow from the car. It was really coming down, there must of been another half an inch! But I set out for my next quest, to drive up a spiral flyover. The grade was steep, but BB was willing. We set out to the Goose, and filled her tanks! Then, merging back onto the road, there must have been a good three other cars, we continued back home, around the jug handle, through the light. Snow, as far as the eye could see. But I turned back on to my street, back into my snow covered driveway.
Home at last. And not a single traction control light lit.
Bomb cylclone defeated!
