oldmako wrote:I am soooooo lucky to own a pickup for this time of year. 18 inch wheel and four wheel drive.....but even with that, if I can stay out of that white stuff I do. You never know who's going to plow into you.
Sorry to hear about the body work. Patch it from the backside with some poly resin and cloth, a little bondo and you're off to the paint shop.
Winter wonderland my a**
LMAO! Mako, you're hilarious.
I'd been so busy with work that I forgot to post my story about the time I had on Friday.
So, I wake up Friday morning from a wild night of drinking and cavorting to find that all classes have been cancelled and the campus closed. Big F-ing deal. I haven't had a Friday class since Freshman year. I was due to drive back to Jersey that afternoon and pick up the closing shift at work. I made the conscious decision not to take my 2-ton boat out on the roads and to tell the person minding the store that they had to stay and close.
(My job is currently undergoing a staffing crisis. I'm the only permanent staff member and I have people from other stores filling in during the week while I'm at school. Between the Q, classes, and work, I'm about ready to have a nervous breakdown.)
As I'm dialing the store, my phone begins to ring. It's the store, calling to see if I can come in earlier. I cheerfully tell him that I was in the process of calling him and informing him of his shift extension. He was quite unhappy to hear it, but I didn't care. I'm quite selfish when it comes to the Q. I wasn't taking my most prized possession out on that death trap.
After hanging up, I roll over and go back to sleep. (Mind you, this is about 10:30 AM and I had just fallen into my bed 3 hours earlier after rousing myself from the chambers of a co-ed and performing my Parade de Triomphe. No "Walk of Shame" for me!) 10 minutes later, my phone rings again. It's him. He desperately needs me to come in and save the store, as well as he wanted to leave the state before the ice storm hit. (I was in PA, he was in NJ. I had to go to NJ, and he had to go to PA. Crazy isn't it?)
I told him I wasn't willing to risk my life or my car for the company. He told me he called one of the stores in PA that had an employee who had used the Turnpike that morning and reported that it was clear. I still wasn't sold. He then began to go directly for my heartstrings (Tough job) and told me how he didn't have a place to sleep for the night. (He lives 2 hours away from my store so the company puts him up in a hotel during the week. However, they don't pay for the weekend, so he was stuck. I believe they have him covered Sunday-Thursday night.)
While it didn't really faze me, I realized that if decided to take his leave, my store would be unattended. I wouldn't be able to fire him, as he's not my employee. A rock and a hard place, really. So I packed up and left for Jersey.
I get down to the student parking lot and find my car COVERED in that wretched stuff. With the light drizzle that was falling, the quality of the snow was optimal for tightly packed, far flying snowballs that would detonate nicely on impact. A real PITA to brush off. It just kept packing itself. After the Q was cleaned off, I walked around to the back tires and packed the snow down behind each wheel with my boots so I could get some sort of purchase. It worked fine.
So after that experience, I make my way to PA-309 which would take me to the PA Turnpike. The drive was unremarkable, I did 60 in the middle lane the whole way. Envious of the cars whizzing by at 80+ MPH. But I happen to like living. Go figure.
2 miles from the exit that bring me off the Turnpike and into Jersey, a mountain of snow from the roof dislodged itself and cascaded down the rear window. Rather than just blow off, it stayed put and obstinately obscured my vision. Just a minor annoyance really, but still.
After getting into Jersey, I get onto some local roads. These roads were absolutely HORRIBLE! Large tire-catching ruts littered the road. You know the kind that are made from driving through slush and letting it freeze? That's them. I'm driving at 15 MPH and the Q is just drifting. (I think I was offered a pro drifitng sponsorship because of my performance.) I shifted from D into 3rd, hoping to reduce wheel spin. (At this point, TCS is off. Goddamn joke) It worked slightly, so I shifted to 2nd. Then 1st. Still just sliding around. Hours of video game drifting simulators taught me how to correct, so I never went more that 45 degrees in any direction.
My phone rings and it's the store again. At this point, I'm driving one handed, sliding around. I tell the guy at the store that whoever told him that roads were clear is a liar and that I was holding the company responsible for any damages inflicted on my Q.
I'm besides myself with anger because I couldn't enjoy my drifting experience. Every time I tried to enjoy it, I'd realize that I'd be headed into the store. Killed the joy every time.
So to end this, I made it home safely, parked my Q, hopped into the MDX and drove to work.
Sorry for the long-winded testament. I just felt like sharing my snow story. Hopefully my colorful storytelling draws a few chuckles.