I'm getting soft... to the cold
I was driving to work this morning thinking about how slick it was. There was a bit of frost on the road and yes the coefficient of friction was lower than usual, but it was not SLICK. Slick is when it warms up in the afternoon while it's raining and then overnight it falls below zero so all the water on the road just freezes. No lovely snow. No Pretty frost. Fucking ice. Everywhere. You have to chip all around the door to your car to even get in to get the freakin' ice scraper. That's when it's slick. Have you ever gotten a little bit too fast and ended up having to drive out of someone's yard in a residential neighborhood? Again tha'ts sick.
Spinning my tires at a stop sign for a fraction of a second isn't slick. What's the matter with me? shut up.
Spinning my tires at a stop sign for a fraction of a second isn't slick. What's the matter with me? shut up.
posted by J.R. at 10:55 AM
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Which is worse: being as much of a wimp as everyone else in this region or acting like everyone else is a wimp and you aren't? It could end up being like when your grandpa tells you how easy you have it because he used to walk 10 miles each way to school and back in the snow in his barefeet while being chased by rabid dogs. Not that I recommend you complain about the cold. Just sayin'. :)
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