No, nothing like Conan the Barbarian, just my morning commute. I’ve already confessed to being a Lazy Scraper, but this morning I diligently removed the tonnage of snow on my car, even clearing headlights and taillights. I then proceeded to remove the snow from myself, since it seems that I pick up as much snow on my jacket, pants and shoes as I brush off the car.

Then I was off. I gingerly navigated the unplowed alley and slid and sputtered out onto the street. Things were going great until I tried to get onto 94W from Hwy 55. There was a firetruck blocking the exit. I can only presume someone took that left hander into the small tunnel kinda hot and lost it.

Plan B involved going downtown to eventually re-emerge on 394W. And a good plan it was. However, other people aren’t very good at figuring out where lanes should be when they can’t see the handy lines on the road. Some creative manuevering kept me on track.

Back on the highway! Nothing else to be concerned about except the snowplow in the right lane. I pass him and give him a wide berth, but watch as three other drivers cut off the plow to wedge themselves into the space I’d left. Who in their right mind cuts off a dumptruck with a giant plow on it?

I’m glad I left late to work (what with my diligent snow removal), because almost everyone had already spun out by then.

Related posts:

1. Snow emergency. Again.
2. Snow Emergency
3. Winter Wonderland…Finally…
4. Didn’t we just do this?
5. An Open Letter to Highway 100