Wednesday February 28, 2007

So it took me an hour and half to drive what normally takes me fifteen minutes.

After a steak dinner and a little women style walk with three and half of my good friends, I decided to go home. So at ten-twenty I left and I drove. Slowly, for sure, there was about two to three inches of snow on the ground. Nice dry slippery snow. I got about a third of the way before the cop asked me if I had chains. I cannot lie “I have not chains!” The cop ruled that I can not proceed without such things, for there was four to five inches now. I turn back from my journey home in confusement. “What shall I do? I shall go get my chains out of my old car!”

As I drive back down the hill to go get my chains, I pass a road and epicness hits me. Visions of people saying “you did what?” in utter shock and me laughing saying “I did. I drove Ward’s Ferry to Yosemite to home.” Since that was a rather long vision, I missed the turn and kept going. A stray thought passed through my head, a news story about some young man getting lost and never being found… I didn’t like that one and since I was already halfway to my parent’s house to get my chains, I figured I should go with my original plan.

As I was on one of the back streets, after commanding a car that they better not stop a few times, I was enjoying the fact that I was the only one driving on the two inches of snow there. Suddenly my phone rings, at eleven o’clock at night! Eleven o’clock! No one calls me, much less that late, and never a girl. Or two for that matter, wanting to see me. Since apparently I just passed them a minute prior, I whipped my car around and went and said hi. That is pretty much what I said, since I was rather anxious to get home.

I got my chains with none the wiser and said good bye to the girls and made my way a long twenty miles to my house. Much driving sideways happened, since driving on driven snow is not as much fun or as easy as driving one fresh untouched snow. But plowed snow is better than snow that has had almost everyone in the county drive on.

I finally got to my house and found out that the snow was only about three inches from the bottom of my door, and my undercarriage was dragging on the snow.

I measured the snow.

Seven inches deep.

Okay… The only thing I miss on my old car is the clearance.

12 thoughts on “Wednesday February 28, 2007

  1. comefearlessly

    Chains are illegal out here. You get used to driving in itm without them. Then again we don’t have mountains to climb but some nice hills that can get interesting. Glad you made it home too.


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