Working out in the snow, in places that aren't normally snow covered has led me to wonder about a few things.
1. Why is it, when the roads are dry, but there are snow flakes falling from the sky, do people drive twenty miles an hour under the speed limit?
2. Why is it, when the roads are not only covered in snow, but also a layer of ice, do some (not all) people in SUV's believe they can stop on a dime?
3. And last, but by no means least, why do people wait until they are right in the middle of an icy bridge to hit their brakes?
It's ugly out there folks, travel safe.
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Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Got Snow?
Of course you do, if you live in the north or any other direction where winter is actually a season instead of just a word.
But that is not where this story starts. No sireee. It starts with rain. Most of you know I haven’t lived in Georgia all my life. Only the last few years of it. In retrospect, I realize I’ve lived in mostly semi-arid climates, which left me unprepared for the Georgia rain. You know all those songs you’ve heard about rainy nights in Georgia? Well they weren’t frickin’ kidding. What else could they do but stay inside and write? When it rains here, it rains for three or four days at a time. And I don’t mean off and on showers. It’s like forty days and forty nights rain. It makes the vegetation lush and beautiful, but that’s another post.
Sunday morning, I awoke to the sound of rain. Since this was the third day of it, I covered my head and went back to sleep.
Finally, I staggered out of bed and managed to grab coffee and head to my office. I sat at my desk and looked out at the pouring rain. Ugh. Then I realized something very important I had to do elsewhere.
A bit later I passed by the office, ignoring all the beckoning work, and glanced out the window. What did I see? Hail. Lots and lots of hail. This was too much for my overtired head so I chose to ignore it, and went in search of dirty laundry.
A couple hours later, I realized I no longer heard the sound of pouring rain. A quick trip to the office window gave me a WTF? moment.
I’m from Denver so snow is not a big deal. But come on! I’m not only in Georgia, I’m in the southeastern part of the state. While you enjoy the photos, I’m going in search of more coffee.
Now does this look like Georgia to you?
But that is not where this story starts. No sireee. It starts with rain. Most of you know I haven’t lived in Georgia all my life. Only the last few years of it. In retrospect, I realize I’ve lived in mostly semi-arid climates, which left me unprepared for the Georgia rain. You know all those songs you’ve heard about rainy nights in Georgia? Well they weren’t frickin’ kidding. What else could they do but stay inside and write? When it rains here, it rains for three or four days at a time. And I don’t mean off and on showers. It’s like forty days and forty nights rain. It makes the vegetation lush and beautiful, but that’s another post.
Sunday morning, I awoke to the sound of rain. Since this was the third day of it, I covered my head and went back to sleep.
Finally, I staggered out of bed and managed to grab coffee and head to my office. I sat at my desk and looked out at the pouring rain. Ugh. Then I realized something very important I had to do elsewhere.
A bit later I passed by the office, ignoring all the beckoning work, and glanced out the window. What did I see? Hail. Lots and lots of hail. This was too much for my overtired head so I chose to ignore it, and went in search of dirty laundry.
A couple hours later, I realized I no longer heard the sound of pouring rain. A quick trip to the office window gave me a WTF? moment.
I’m from Denver so snow is not a big deal. But come on! I’m not only in Georgia, I’m in the southeastern part of the state. While you enjoy the photos, I’m going in search of more coffee.
Now does this look like Georgia to you?
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