Some of you know that I am originally from California but have been exiled on the east coast, Pennsylvania to be exact for years. When I moved to PA I had never seen snow except for pictures etc.
The following occurred my first winter in Pa., over the course of just 2 days.
The first time it snowed, it was a major storm, a Noreaster they call this type of storm. It snowed for two days and when it ended there was over 30 inches of snow.
A friend who owned an auto repair shop had told me all that fall to come down and have him put snow tires on. I procrastinated until the day of the storm, when the forecasters started calling for several feet and I got nervous.
I got into my 72' rear wheel drive nova with bald summer tires after a foot had already fallen and headed out for his shop. Surprisingly, I made it down two state routes and a section of highway, about 10 miles altogether. But when I exited the highway, the off-ramp had not been plowed. I was spinning tires and only inching along. So I put the pedal to the wood.
I didn't know what to do. The worst weather I had ever driven in was rainstorms on five lane freeways in So. Cal. People tried to tell me how to do it, but driving in the snow is learned by hands on experience or in my case trial and error.
Some how I spun that car up on to the main road. I looked at my speedometer at one point and it read 60 mph! I probably would have flipped it had I hit a patch of dry pavement.
I was approaching town coming down a hill only blocks away from my friends shop when I wrecked.
Everything I was told about driving in the snow was forgotten when I was coming down that hill and the ass end started floating away.
I nailed the brakes, it was instinct I was sliding towards an old lady shoveling her walk. I was turning the wheel frantically but the car did not respond it just kept sliding straight towards her she just stood there with eyes the size of silver dollars while I was coming right at her. Luckily I bounced off the curb and skipped a few feet away from mowing her down. Unluckily, I plowed into a telephone pole crumbling my fender and bumper.
I called my friend and he came to get me. He brought a come along to pull the right fender out of the tire I drove it with a flat in the front about 10 mph to his shop. We put snow tires on the rear but he warned me that my nova was very light in the rear and suggested I put something heavy in the trunk.
I was totally fucking paranoid about driving on this evil white shit. I drove all the way home at about 20 miles per hour.
The next day as I am leaving for work I cant find my car keys. There was no public transportation, so I called off and searched for my keys. Hours went by, couldn't find them. So I called my friend at the repair shop and he explained how to hot wire the car it was easy. I had it running in 15 minutes. Cool.
We really needed to go to the store, we were out of just about everything. So my soon to be ex wife, little girl and I leave to go to the store as soon as I pulled out the ass end slid and went into the snowbank, I got stuck and ended up spending an hour shoveling it out right in front of my fucking house!
The following occurred my first winter in Pa., over the course of just 2 days.
The first time it snowed, it was a major storm, a Noreaster they call this type of storm. It snowed for two days and when it ended there was over 30 inches of snow.
A friend who owned an auto repair shop had told me all that fall to come down and have him put snow tires on. I procrastinated until the day of the storm, when the forecasters started calling for several feet and I got nervous.
I got into my 72' rear wheel drive nova with bald summer tires after a foot had already fallen and headed out for his shop. Surprisingly, I made it down two state routes and a section of highway, about 10 miles altogether. But when I exited the highway, the off-ramp had not been plowed. I was spinning tires and only inching along. So I put the pedal to the wood.
I didn't know what to do. The worst weather I had ever driven in was rainstorms on five lane freeways in So. Cal. People tried to tell me how to do it, but driving in the snow is learned by hands on experience or in my case trial and error.
Some how I spun that car up on to the main road. I looked at my speedometer at one point and it read 60 mph! I probably would have flipped it had I hit a patch of dry pavement.
I was approaching town coming down a hill only blocks away from my friends shop when I wrecked.
Everything I was told about driving in the snow was forgotten when I was coming down that hill and the ass end started floating away.
I nailed the brakes, it was instinct I was sliding towards an old lady shoveling her walk. I was turning the wheel frantically but the car did not respond it just kept sliding straight towards her she just stood there with eyes the size of silver dollars while I was coming right at her. Luckily I bounced off the curb and skipped a few feet away from mowing her down. Unluckily, I plowed into a telephone pole crumbling my fender and bumper.
I called my friend and he came to get me. He brought a come along to pull the right fender out of the tire I drove it with a flat in the front about 10 mph to his shop. We put snow tires on the rear but he warned me that my nova was very light in the rear and suggested I put something heavy in the trunk.
I was totally fucking paranoid about driving on this evil white shit. I drove all the way home at about 20 miles per hour.
The next day as I am leaving for work I cant find my car keys. There was no public transportation, so I called off and searched for my keys. Hours went by, couldn't find them. So I called my friend at the repair shop and he explained how to hot wire the car it was easy. I had it running in 15 minutes. Cool.
We really needed to go to the store, we were out of just about everything. So my soon to be ex wife, little girl and I leave to go to the store as soon as I pulled out the ass end slid and went into the snowbank, I got stuck and ended up spending an hour shoveling it out right in front of my fucking house!
