This sounds ripped off
I just don't understand it (like most things in this world), and I've relinquished to the fact that I'll never understand it. We Buffalonians are an interesting group; and this fact in no way diminishes when it comes to our driving skills. In most places, take Texas for example, if it snows all highways to close, people stay indoors, communication is cut off, and supplies have to be air freighted in. Now take our multinational North East City; it seems we can only drive well if it's pouring rain or at least 10 inches of snow.
This is all stemming from the fact that I'm a rush hour driver. Honestly everyday on the road there is an accident from some asshole that was tailgating because he only had 4 hours left in the day to get drunk, and he'll be damned if he's going to let those hours go to waste. So there I am, waiting in the line to see a crumpled hood on the side of the road before resuming the speed limit.
The thing is I almost never see this in the winter, I believe we are better in dangerous conditions. We're bread that way; we'll play in the green muck pumping up from our ground and eat the ones who can't handle it. Sure in the winter there's still accidents, but the people who are in them usually manage to careen off the side of the road and flip their car into the forest (out of site, out of mind). In the same way that people drive better in the rain. Take this morning for example; the creek was about a foot higher, which was roughly the same distance I could see in front of the car when the wind shield wipers happen to give me a glimpse to the outside. But the thruway was moving at 60, there were no accidents and I got to work in less than 20 minutes. Now let's hope the rain keeps up around 5 o'clock so I can get home in the same time frame.
This is all stemming from the fact that I'm a rush hour driver. Honestly everyday on the road there is an accident from some asshole that was tailgating because he only had 4 hours left in the day to get drunk, and he'll be damned if he's going to let those hours go to waste. So there I am, waiting in the line to see a crumpled hood on the side of the road before resuming the speed limit.
The thing is I almost never see this in the winter, I believe we are better in dangerous conditions. We're bread that way; we'll play in the green muck pumping up from our ground and eat the ones who can't handle it. Sure in the winter there's still accidents, but the people who are in them usually manage to careen off the side of the road and flip their car into the forest (out of site, out of mind). In the same way that people drive better in the rain. Take this morning for example; the creek was about a foot higher, which was roughly the same distance I could see in front of the car when the wind shield wipers happen to give me a glimpse to the outside. But the thruway was moving at 60, there were no accidents and I got to work in less than 20 minutes. Now let's hope the rain keeps up around 5 o'clock so I can get home in the same time frame.