Here's a rare thing: this post is going straight from being written to being posted. Normally I write something during the day and then set it to post automatically. However, I've gotten home just now from a harrowing road trip. We left Boston and headed along I 90 and ran into very heavy snowfall around Syracuse. Electronic signs informed us that the Interstate was closed down due to heavy snow and an accident resulting thereby. So we had to head way north on 81 and cross into Canada and then continue on to Toronto.
We stopped at a duty free to pick up beer and pee. The snow lay heavy on the ground and I got out with that kind of urgency that 50 plus men have when there is a bathroom nearby. But I was immediately stuck. I couldn't go anywhere, my wheels just spun on the snow and ice and I sat there, frustrated watching snow land on my shoulders like piles of cold dandruff.
Joe came round and it was a struggle for him to but together we made it, him pushing, me cheering him on. Sometimes it really does take two.
I'm going to have to get winter tires.