north winds 20 to 30 mph. Need to plow about 6" of snow. I am ready. New ski mask, new googles, new mittens, and new snow boots. No new Carhartt parka and insulated bib overalls they last forever
Oh what a difference a year makes, right Ron? That brief snow on your motorhome down by the Rio Grand would have melted long ago...
That ski mask is the key, feels weird but sure keeps you warm in those winds. Must be drifting going on with six inches and 20+mph winds.
Growing up in the country with almost no other cars on the road after a snow, I learned on a 1964 VW Bug with studded snow tires.
It was my father's get to the train station no matter what car. Originally my oldest brother's car he bought at college, so that car got passed around the family
a lot until a deer wrecked it by leaping off a field bank right into the road/roof of this little car, caving it all in, and just missing my sister's head. Not a good day for either
the deer or my sister. Now she drives only Volvos...
What a feeling of unstoppability, until I got too much snow up underneath. Easy to dig out though. I went everywhere in that little car that reminds me now
of my Gravely garden tractor, with the motor out back right over the drive wheels.
So I grew up without fear of driving in snow. And when you become a fireman you sure have to go no matter what. Which is why most firemen drive 4x4 trucks, though a Subaru or Audi would usually do fine. I've driven fire trucks through a foot of unplowed snow, quite an experience praying you won't slide off the road or that you won't run out of grip going up the long steep hill.
A pumper tanker truck doing the shimmy on slippery roads is right up there on the pucker meter though. Most importantly, the rig has to get to the emergency or you can't help so first priority is getting there, second is speed. Of course, if it was a working fire, you always went a little faster.
We need some pics of folks sledding and on a toboggan. memories of pulling long lines of sledders back up the big hill in town with my snowmobile. Now that was fun. Kids squealing in delight as they flew down the hill, particularly in the saucers going round and round and screeching in delight. More, More! Oh to be a kid again.