A Three-Hour Drive, A Three-Hour Drive
I had to work yesterday because J decided he would rather go to California than work. My normal weekday shift begins at 11:30. Yesterday, on Saturday, I had to get up at 6:45. It started snowing when I was almost to work. It snowed A LOT.
We sold a lot of dog food in the first hour. Our store is next to Giant, which was insane. I knew we'd be closing early and we didn't have an animal care person coming in, so between rushes of panicked customers, I was hurriedly tending to all the food and water needs of all the critters (fish, toads, reptiles, birds, & small mammals).
The snow got worse and the customers dwindled. I was permitted to leave a little before 2. My coworker stayed by himself, planning to walk home. I layered up and hiked to my car at the edge of the parking lot and started it and cleaned it off. I pulled out at 2:05.
I could go about 5 mph for the half-mile to the main road. Turning was fun. Then it was 3 miles on the main road to the beltway. Up and down hills. At some places there was 1 lane, at some places 2. And by lane, I do not mean that there was any pavement. Just some tracks in the very slippery churned up snow. I was not alone on the road by any means. I don't know where everyone else needed to go in these horrible conditions.
I should mention that my car is really quite bad for snow driving. It is tiny and light and has rear-wheel drive. And there's that little problem that using the heat (or windshield defroster) sucks carbon monoxide into the car. Yum!
I definitely experienced some slippage and fish-tailing. At first I was a little rusty at handling it and I ended up 90 degrees to the right. Then I got the hang of it and tried to keep the wheels perfectly straight and stay within the tracks and to only accelerate or brake very moderately.
In addition to my driving skills, this was also a test in panic control. I had to make myself slow and deepen my breathing and attempt to relax my body somewhat. I was very tense. And I knew I had a long, hard trip ahead of me. It was very slow-going, very slippery and the snow was still coming down, hard. And I still had about 25 miles to go.
About a half-hour later I made it to the beltway. This is the second time in my life that I have made the mistaken, hopeful assumption that since it's the beltway it'll be somewhat clear, right? Um, no.
I do a little fish-tailing. I stay to the right w/ my hazards lights flashing so everyone knows I have a sucky car and will be going very slow.
After 3 grueling miles the traffic comes to a halt where another major highway is merging into the beltway. I am not happy. I am freaking out a little. Because I still have so far to go and the roads are so bad and the stuff is still coming down.
I would have expected that there would be fewer lanes than the usual 4 because of the snow all over the road. But no, people decided, hey no lanes means I can drive wherever I want, including making a lane on the shoulder and cutting off everyone who's been sitting here much longer than me.
People are a*#holes
How would emergency vehicles get by if there was an accident? (In this fabulous weather? No way...) I know all these people weren't all trying to get home from work. Why the heck were they all out in this? And with children in their cars/pickups/SUVs. Too much risk. The weather bulletins online, the radios, the TVs were all saying "Do not drive!!!" People are stupid and annoying. I know I was one of them but I had more of a reason (people needed their dog food at the last possible second before being snowed in for like 12 hours for pete's sake) and I knew my limitations and actually drove with extreme caution.
Thank god it actually unexpectedly stopped snowing. The traffic jam inched along and eventually passed the accidents and spun-out and stuck people. (Haha suckers. So glad that wasn't me.) Once the traffic wasn't bumper-to-bumper, the road was worse, though. Back to the wheel-gripping 10mph please-don't-slide fun. Then another traffic jam. Then really bad slippery parts with every other car sliding sideways, including mine. People, when your wheels are not gripping, don't keep hitting the gas. Or the brakes. Dumbasses.
At about 5:15 I finally made it home, exhausted and feeling sick from the exhaust fumes. My neighborhood was actually plowed. Before the beltway.