Call of the Wild
Early this evening a friend and I were among the few who dared navigate the country roads of Fairfield, Westport and Wilton during the Great Blizzard of ’10, which is still going as we speak. “The totals in some New York areas could pile as high as 20 inches, forecasters said, [with] gale-force winds whipping in excess of 50 miles per hour,” the N.Y. Times reported.
You are going too fast.
Missing CA much?
You have to watch your speed in heavy snow, of course. But the camera always makes it look like you’re going faster than you actually are. And if you drive too slow in this muck, or especially if you stop cold, you can easily get bogged down. You have to barrel on through.
The blizzard has totally fucked my plans up. My girlfriend was due to fly from PHL to Manchester, UK, today, but that flight was cancelled. Amazingly she got a last-minute switch onto a flight heading to LHR, so in a few hours I’ve got to get on a train down there to collect her. Going to be a long day.
That’s really fascinating. Girlfriend’s flight diverted to Heathrow, eh? Wow. What’s wrong with just saying Philadelphia instead of PHL?
“And if you drive too slow in this muck, or especially if you stop cold, you can easily get bogged down. You have to barrel on through.”
This tip was NOT brought to you by the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration.
Wells, one of your favorite movies UP IN THE AIR has gotten every prick (no offense to Eloi, who is good people) throwing around the airport call signs.