It seems like a great job: Sometime, over the next day, it’s going to snow.
I realize guessing when Mother Nature is going to blow her top is a tricky business, but geez I could use a tighter window.
During our last blizzard, I thought I had plenty of time to get where I needed to go. One quick errand, and then home. (As usual) I’d been pushing my limits with the gas tank, thinking I’d stop and get gas on the way home.
The storm hit early, and I was caught during rush hour, in 8 inches of snow, trying to navigate through snowy streets and scared drivers. What should have taken 10 minutes turned into a 2 hour project. My gas gauge continued to dip, and I barely made it to the gas station.
Major lesson for me.
I lucked out, and stayed on the roads, even though I was traveling at under 2 miles an hour. If I would have slid off the road and needed to keep the car running to stay warm until help arrived, I’d have been in an escalated situation.
Since blizzards tend to strike before they’re scheduled… plan ahead… way ahead.
Weathermen Only Have to Be 50% Right
Photo: Tom Skilling