I Hate Snow

Let me tell you why. It’s cold. It’s wet. And it makes my car slide into snowbanks.

Flashback, about 45 minutes ago. I’m driving home from Burlington (I went into town to look for new shoes and to see my friend Jordan at work). I left Jordan’s workplace because I noticed it had started to really come down heavy outside, and I wanted to make it home before it got dark and the roads got shitty. Good plan, right? I thought so too.

Well, I know that my car doesn’t handle the best in the snow, so I’m prepared for an epic drive home. Especially once I realize the snow is worse than I thought. At one point on the route home, you have to drive up a windy hill. That was not fun. And I could tell the car behind me wasn’t happy about being behind me.

As I reached the Jeffersonville area, I was behind a line of cars. We were all going 30mph because of the road conditions. All was going well, until the car in front of me slammed on its brakes. My car, not having snow tires, decided to slide when I hit my brakes as well. I had three choices to decide between in about a nanosecond. I could either hit the car in front of me, crash into oncoming cars, or hit a snowbank. I quickly decided the snowbank was the best option.

As soon as I hit the bank, I knew I was stuck. I don’t even know why I bothered to try and back out. Sadly, like much of Vermont, I was in a dead zone. No reception. Luckily for me, a motorist stopped and picked me up and drove me a little ways down the road till I got service. I called my dad and Catie to let them know where I was, and my dad told me to call AAA.

When we got back to the car (where the AAA card was), another man had stopped for me. He was driving a pickup truck and had chains that could pull me out. The first motorist drove ahead to block traffic, while a cop who had shown up blocked traffic on the other side. I just can’t help but cause a scene, I guess. Anyway, the truck driver pulled me out no problem, but then couldn’t get his hook off my car.

I pulled into the driveway of the people whose house the snowbank was in front of. They had come out with flashlights to see if they could help too. Lucky they did. The truck driver couldn’t get enough leverage on the hook to get it out. The woman of the house went back inside and came out with a hammer and a crowbar. The hammer was tried first with no success. The crowbar, however, was able to provide enough leverage to unhook the chains. I thanked everybody profusely, cleaned off my car, and drove home. Now I’m cold and really hungry.

Moral of the story? If you live in Vermont, get snow tires.

I want to take the time to thank everyone who read and commented on the recent posts regarding the demoralization of homosexuals in America. It means a lot to me to know that my friends support me and support my community. The comments and support truly warmed my heart and put a smile on my face. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Now it’s time to scavange.