This is ridiculous.
We got snow last night. Over the last week, we probably got a foot. So, this morning, driving to work, I'm following a guy* who obviously hasn't moved his car in a week. How do I know?
He's got a foot of fucking snow on his roof.
A little background ... some London street lanes are approximately 0.001m larger than a typical car (very narrow). Rush hour traffic also runs at 1 1/2 times the speed limit, as a rule (75 in a 50, 90 in a 60, etc.), regardless of the weather. As well, London has a tendency to run out of Snow Removal Money in late September, necessitating a "Plow-per-complaint" method of removing snow from the streets. And London's snow removal theory is "Sock the salt to it. It'll eventually melt". That, accompanied by the overnight inch of new snow, made the lane markings difficult, but not impossible to see.
Anyway, I'm following this guy who's too fucking lazy to actually reach above his shoulders to clean the snow off his roof. Actually, I'm following a big white splotch who is hurtling down the road like a comet, with a tail of icy, snowy hell trailing him.
I can't see a damn thing. I slow down. The guy in the next lane is getting a little bit too close. I touch my horn. He overcorrects. The oncoming traffic has to swerve a bit. I see brake lights in my mirror. Near misses all around.
Just because some lazy fuck couldn't clean off the top of his car.
Luckily, I had to stop at a red light and he continued on, so I didn't have to follow him long. But the road from there on seemed to have a bit more snow on it than the rest of the streets.
Moral: Please, please, please clean off your whole car before you drive away after a snowfall. Don't just clean the windshield, turn on the rear defroster, and let the wind clear off the rest. Please.
The life you save could be mine. Or your favourite SP's.
* I use the term "guy" loosely. In my experience, women do the same thing...
We got snow last night. Over the last week, we probably got a foot. So, this morning, driving to work, I'm following a guy* who obviously hasn't moved his car in a week. How do I know?
He's got a foot of fucking snow on his roof.
A little background ... some London street lanes are approximately 0.001m larger than a typical car (very narrow). Rush hour traffic also runs at 1 1/2 times the speed limit, as a rule (75 in a 50, 90 in a 60, etc.), regardless of the weather. As well, London has a tendency to run out of Snow Removal Money in late September, necessitating a "Plow-per-complaint" method of removing snow from the streets. And London's snow removal theory is "Sock the salt to it. It'll eventually melt". That, accompanied by the overnight inch of new snow, made the lane markings difficult, but not impossible to see.
Anyway, I'm following this guy who's too fucking lazy to actually reach above his shoulders to clean the snow off his roof. Actually, I'm following a big white splotch who is hurtling down the road like a comet, with a tail of icy, snowy hell trailing him.
I can't see a damn thing. I slow down. The guy in the next lane is getting a little bit too close. I touch my horn. He overcorrects. The oncoming traffic has to swerve a bit. I see brake lights in my mirror. Near misses all around.
Just because some lazy fuck couldn't clean off the top of his car.
Luckily, I had to stop at a red light and he continued on, so I didn't have to follow him long. But the road from there on seemed to have a bit more snow on it than the rest of the streets.
Moral: Please, please, please clean off your whole car before you drive away after a snowfall. Don't just clean the windshield, turn on the rear defroster, and let the wind clear off the rest. Please.
The life you save could be mine. Or your favourite SP's.
* I use the term "guy" loosely. In my experience, women do the same thing...
