We had this rain that froze 'ONCE IT HIT YOUR WINDSHIELD' in Hastings, Nebraska. The driving was the damndest thing that I have ever seen.
I pull up to a four way stop, and ALL OF US were driving with: our defrost on full, wiper blades operating but ineffective, our heads outside our window, an ice scraper in our left hand, and scraping the ice on our windshield when the wiper blades were moving back. Just picture that in your head. We drove 5mph through town to our destination.
I have been exceptionally blessed since then. There hasn't been snow at 31547 since I got here in 1999. Shoveling a ten car driveway, the plowed snow blocking us from street in front of it, and a corner house's sidewalks (broken up by tree roots)-for nine years was enough for my of piece of the north with -80 windchill while -30degrees, snow drifts at a 15 degree angle off of people's roofs...
Get that white stuff away from me! This is the Mopar driving season for me (no one liked the idea of modifying my 73' 340 A833 Road Runner)here in the south. It was 80 degrees on Christmas, just dropped to the brisk 40's (which you are laughing at me shivering in) this past weekend.
