13 September 2015

There's Something About a Change in the Weather

that makes Alaskan drivers worse than usual.

On the first snowy day, even long-time Alaskans drive like they've never seen snow before. On the first rainy day after a long dry spell, Alaskans slow down and drive like the pavement's icy. And on sunny days, like it was this morning, they drive like they're blinded by that big, bright light in the sky.

And to top it off, Anchorage is finishing its annual construction season, and there's uneven pavement to navigate.

There's something about watching a 1-ton 4x4 with 35" tires creeping at 1/2 mile per hour over a 2" drop off, as it any faster might cause 'splodey bits to go flying, or something.

Sheesh.

But we're safely at home now, and intending to stay. Besides, we have several episodes of Homeland to catch up on, and there's fresh meat loaf to enjoy.

Y'all be safe out there.

7 comments:

OldAFSarge said...

Fresh meat loaf? One of life's pleasures right there!

Vicki said...

Here in Minnesota the drivers consider an icy road a challenge and drive it as though it were a sunny day in August. The tow truck drivers put their kids through college on what they make the first couple of snowy days.

Ed Bonderenka said...

I thought it was a Michigan thing.

Rev. Paul said...

You bet, Sarge. Absolutely. :)

Vicki, there are some here who do the same thing. I used to, also, 40 years ago in the Aleutians, with all the California drivers who couldn't figure out what that white stuff on the ground was.

Ed, I think it's anyplace where significant snow falls. But Michigan & Alaska probably corner the market on both.

Chickenmom said...

Love that header, Rev. Paul!!!! Glad you are home safe and sound - time to light the fireplace.

Sandy said...

Rev. Paul,

Good to hear you and yours arrived home okay. You're a Homeland fan too??
I'm hoping the new season comes out soon!!!! You should see how Okies drive down here on ice, it's terrible.

Rev. Paul said...

Chickenmom, it's still too warm for a fire. But it's a nice thought; thanks.

Sandy, I spent 45 years in Missouri, so I don't have to imagine it: I've lived it for decades. :)