Adventures in Driving in Snow
So on my way home today, I suddenly had an epiphany of why I hate driving in snow in Michigan.
No, its not that its hard. And no, its not that its a pain in the ass and slow and sort of cold and your windows do the little foggy thing that I find ever so irritating. No, those are minor inconveniences of winter life. My problem with snow- and driving in it- is not me, my car, or anything to do whatsoever with me.
My issues are with the assholes who, after 4 snows, have no fucking clue as to how to drive in it.
On my way home, I stopped at my parents house for a brief moment, and then continued my ardous journey home. I was on M-59, and then began my venture up Duck Lake Rd.
Now, by my parents house, the speed limit on Duck Lake Rd is 55 mph. I began my trek down Duck Lake rd doing 55. The roads weren't that bad, they weren't slippery, the snow was light and was dissolving on my lukewarm windshield. In other words, it wasn't a fucking blizzard.
Now, I don't know if the asshole in front of me didn't know where they were going, or if they were unsure of the speed limit, if they were a brand new driver or a really old one, but they sure as hell DID NOT KNOW how to drive. It was like they were TRYING TO DODGE FUCKING SNOWFLAKES. We'd be doing 40 (which was irritating enough), slam on our brakes and begin to do 30. Then we'd stop. go. stop go. Because you have to wait for the fucking snowflake to cross the fucking road before you can go forward.
DAMMIT. This continues until the road ends, and jogs (quite common in the lakes area. You have to dodge the lakes, apparently as well as the snowflakes.)
Road jogs are rather self explanatory. The road ENDS. There is a sign that points which way the road continues. In this case, it points left, and is clearly labeled DUCK LAKE RD in very very large print right underneath the said sign indicating that if you continue in this direction, you will meet the aformentioned sign and have some semblence of damage to your vehicle.
This was a very difficult concept for the driver in front of me, who may have been mildly intoxicated, because now it was getting hard to dodge the snowflakes AND follow the road. After some coaxing (brights, horn, finger) he/she/it/dog/asshole finally decided Cooley Lake Rd wasn't their thing and turned left.
We continue the driving with one foot on the brake and the other on the gas, with erratic swerving in an attempt to miss the snowflakes, all the way down Duck Lake rd. I really hope a snowflake didn't hit their "Git 'r' Done" sticker, because, you know, A SNOWFLAKE CAN FUCKING DO A LOT OF DAMAGE TO YOUR VEHICLE. On a side now, I don't really know what this particular driver/operator/dumbass was "gitting 'r' done," other than backing up traffic and DOING 20 MPH UNDER THE SPEED LIMIT.
I was behind Mr. "Git 'r' Done" my entire way home, dodging snowflakes and allowing them, quite humanely, I may add, to cross the road.
One day, a snowflake may let him cross the road.
Now, that, my friends, is the golden rule.
So on my way home today, I suddenly had an epiphany of why I hate driving in snow in Michigan.
No, its not that its hard. And no, its not that its a pain in the ass and slow and sort of cold and your windows do the little foggy thing that I find ever so irritating. No, those are minor inconveniences of winter life. My problem with snow- and driving in it- is not me, my car, or anything to do whatsoever with me.
My issues are with the assholes who, after 4 snows, have no fucking clue as to how to drive in it.
On my way home, I stopped at my parents house for a brief moment, and then continued my ardous journey home. I was on M-59, and then began my venture up Duck Lake Rd.
Now, by my parents house, the speed limit on Duck Lake Rd is 55 mph. I began my trek down Duck Lake rd doing 55. The roads weren't that bad, they weren't slippery, the snow was light and was dissolving on my lukewarm windshield. In other words, it wasn't a fucking blizzard.
Now, I don't know if the asshole in front of me didn't know where they were going, or if they were unsure of the speed limit, if they were a brand new driver or a really old one, but they sure as hell DID NOT KNOW how to drive. It was like they were TRYING TO DODGE FUCKING SNOWFLAKES. We'd be doing 40 (which was irritating enough), slam on our brakes and begin to do 30. Then we'd stop. go. stop go. Because you have to wait for the fucking snowflake to cross the fucking road before you can go forward.
DAMMIT. This continues until the road ends, and jogs (quite common in the lakes area. You have to dodge the lakes, apparently as well as the snowflakes.)
Road jogs are rather self explanatory. The road ENDS. There is a sign that points which way the road continues. In this case, it points left, and is clearly labeled DUCK LAKE RD in very very large print right underneath the said sign indicating that if you continue in this direction, you will meet the aformentioned sign and have some semblence of damage to your vehicle.
This was a very difficult concept for the driver in front of me, who may have been mildly intoxicated, because now it was getting hard to dodge the snowflakes AND follow the road. After some coaxing (brights, horn, finger) he/she/it/dog/asshole finally decided Cooley Lake Rd wasn't their thing and turned left.
We continue the driving with one foot on the brake and the other on the gas, with erratic swerving in an attempt to miss the snowflakes, all the way down Duck Lake rd. I really hope a snowflake didn't hit their "Git 'r' Done" sticker, because, you know, A SNOWFLAKE CAN FUCKING DO A LOT OF DAMAGE TO YOUR VEHICLE. On a side now, I don't really know what this particular driver/operator/dumbass was "gitting 'r' done," other than backing up traffic and DOING 20 MPH UNDER THE SPEED LIMIT.
I was behind Mr. "Git 'r' Done" my entire way home, dodging snowflakes and allowing them, quite humanely, I may add, to cross the road.
One day, a snowflake may let him cross the road.
Now, that, my friends, is the golden rule.
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