Being that is doesn’t snow in the Carolinas very often, snow driving here in the Fort Mill / Charlotte area is a phenomenon best described as a mashup of very hesitant drivers, extra crazy drivers who assume 4 wheel drive means you have acquired a license to drive like an idiot, and super extra crazy drivers without 4 wheel or even FRONT wheel drive, who just have a death wish. Add in the northern transplants who know everything about how to drive in inclement weather and poke much fun at their southern counterparts, leaving the house with a couple of inches of accumulation on the streets is always an adventure.
Observations you can always expect, in no particular order:
- The car that passed you like a bat out of hell a mile ago is now in the ditch.
- The hill that looks way too steep to get up usually is.
- Those antilock brakes were one of the greatest inventions ever.
- Fast acceleration on a curve is a bad time in the snow, unless drift racing is your thing.
- Why is the 1986 Bonneville the fastest moving vehicle on the road in a snowstorm?
- People come together in very fine fashion when using ropes and chains to get a stranger out of the ditch.
- People with Jeeps and a winch spend time trolling for other people in the ditch like its a sport. (Kudos to the Jeep folk.)
- People who stepped up for the 4 wheel drive option in an area that gets snow once every other year applaud loudly, and go to the store to stand in line with the other 4 wheelers to clean out the bread / milk / egg aisles.
- Yankees curse Southerners at their driving ineptitude on social media.
- Southerners tell their friends they think the Yankees should go back home if they have a problem here in the south at their Bunko games, even though most of their neighbors are playing with them are from Connecticut and Long Island.
In short, I had one brief thought while driving down a road today with very little salt due to lack of snow equipment, nearly zero potholes and just enough country to feel like I was disconnected from the city life. I suddenly felt very content and very proud of being a transplanted Southerner while driving 22 miles per hour on a snowy road with 4 wheelers, Bonnevilles and crazy Yankees blowing by me at every pass. It was ok to get there a few minutes later as long as I was safe, in one piece and enjoyed the ride.
Enjoy the ride, It may end quicker than you expect.