Well, we finally got the blizzard we were promised last week.
Today, I started off the day by going down a hill at about five miles an hour. Pressed on the brakes, anti-lock kicked back, and both feet on the pedal, I proceeded to slide down the hill and through the normally-busy intersection. Fortunately, no cars were coming, so I didn't get T-boned; however, I did reach the bottom, fishtail, and then slide across the street sideways to stop dead in a snowbank. (I'm sure the fine folks at Marathon Pizza are glad for that snowbank.)
I spent an hour driving to Ridgefield
in the morning, and then four
hours driving back in the afternoon — I didn't want to take back roads, so I had to cut through New York; then, I-84 was jammed for twenty miles (Newtown to Cheshire), so I cut onto Route 6, to find it barely plowed all the way through Thomaston… what a nightmare.
How did everyone else out here "enjoy" the real