Woke up this morning to a sprinkling of snow on everything. Nothing sticking to roadways, mind you, but a nice amount to brush off the Saturn on the driveway. And enough to give me the yim-yams.
You see, my Saturn coupe (“Pinkie”) is a featherweight. All those nice flexible rubber side panels and all that great gas mileage means that it’s got all the stick-the-road-iveness of a large piece of newspaper.
Shortly after moving to our present house, I pulled onto I-25 at Dry Creek during a snow storm and proceeded to do a Speed Racer (full 360-degree spin) across all lanes, fortunately torqueing off into the right-hand margin. Nothing like looking head-on into the lights of cars hurtling toward you to start your day.
Often, in inclement weather, I’ll take the van. Since Margie’s going into the office today with Katherine, that’s not an option.
Of course, the roads were fine — wet (it was still snowing) but fine. Even better than that, since much of C-470 has been repaved over the last few months, and so there were no ruts or other problems like that.
Still — not the way to start my day.
It’s also a sign that we need to get the garage cleaned up in order to get the Saturn inside, so that the way I actually start my day is not brushing off snow and scraping off ice at 5:30 a.m. That means I’ve got a lot of tools and crap to get put away, we have to find someone to donate the old fridge to, and we have to get a claim in on the ruined luggage and artwork from the basement, currently residing in the garage. Hrm.