Another Eight Inches
I queued up behind a phalanx of snow plows today hogging all three lanes of route 2. What is up with that? They can’t space themselves far enough apart so I, and like minded souls, can scoot by them? In spite of the snow, the road was reasonably safe at, say, 40, but the rolling road block slowed me and all those cars behind me to about fifteen miles an hour.
Their blades paths have to overlap for them to work — it’s not stubbornness. But you’d try to squeeze beween ’em even if they’d let you … ? Dumber than I thought — and as Matt would no doubt second, that’s saying something …
Comment by adam — February 24, 2008 @ 9:59 am
And If I weren’t governed by impatience and impulse what would I write about?
I did thank my lucky stars that the woman in the silver minivan, who I pulled abreast of, recovered from her speed induced fishtail. I felt for a moment like the helpless guy waiting to be hit by the pendulum in Poe’s short story. Now that I think about it, I am surprised she recovered, though her lane, which had been keeping up with mine, suddenly disappeared from view.
Comment by michael — February 24, 2008 @ 11:25 am
I must have been just one-tenth of a mile ahead of you (on the road from Albany to Saratoga during that storm), because I’m sure it was those same three snowplows that came onto the highway just before I passed the spot. Luckily, I got all the way past before they moved over to my lane.
Comment by jennifer — February 24, 2008 @ 3:31 pm
Chills run down my spine hearing about driving in your NE snowstorms. Out here in Colosnowrado, it’s blowing powder and avalanches we worry about, not so much fishtails and skidding.
Comment by rakkity — February 25, 2008 @ 6:42 pm