Tonight, I went out for a drive on mostly plowed, but still not fully cleared roads. And I answered my own question as to why I live in the Northeast.
*story mode on*
The road beckons, be it clear or covered in fluffy white goodness. I couldn't help the thought of being inside when such a traffic-less road called my
name. It had its flaws; mounds of snow clumped for the pothole effect, snow plows out and about, and countless people still shoveling despite the sun's
retirement for the day. Still, I couldn't help the thought of turning the key in the ignition of the red beauty that stood in my driveway, so I grabbed my keys and
flew down the steps.
Pressing the button on a fob that looked a little oval in shape but with sharp edges, the lights flashed and the eyes to the soul lightened, inviting
me into the slightly nippy yet comforting interior. Alcantara surrounded me, as I carefully slipped into the cockpit of this fine machine. After a few
seconds of taking in the spectacular view of a slightly brown GMC truck in front of me, I buckled my safety belt and allowed the engine to come to life,
6 cylinders firing in a very German-like 1-5-3-6-2-4 sequence. The bass filled the cabin, a deep tone that was neither aggravating nor relaxing, as I
reached for the perfectly-weighted shift knob and transitioned it into reverse. The journey began...
Later...
The final stop light glared that bright shade of red it so likes to display to me. Sometimes I wonder if it only picks on me, but this thought slid
to the back of my mind as I reached for the gear lever to move to first. A few agonizing seconds pass as I hope that nobody turns onto the road in front of me for the beginning of the stretch of windy road I regularly drove in the dry. Those seconds seemed like hours, but eventually the lights did change, and I initiated my slow launch, ensuring the tires didn't slip too much.
I drove for what must have been half a mile before I came to a road slightly snowier than the ones before it. I came to a stop and pondered how much fun this road would be if...
In a few seconds, the traction control light and the Brake light both glowed a lovely shade of yellow on my instrument cluster, as a smile spread across my face like a plague. The mind clicked, and the foot released from the clutch, the sound of that Bavarian glory being unleased from under the rear tires. The car slid slightly as it tried to gain traction, and despite of the lack of a limited-slip diff, it found no issues in propelling my desires forward.
It would have been irresponsible to continue at that pace, so I slightly slowed down and collected my thoughts. Yes, it was fun, but I had to remain civil, otherwise things wouldn't have ended so well. It's too bad my brain wasn't quite convinced of this as a corner approached.
The steering wheel turned slightly left, then sharply right as the throttle opened up a bit. The engine complied, providing the burst of acceleration it was called for, and the rear wheels happily let go as though they wanted to say "Look ma, no hands!". The joy once again spread across my face as my head tilted towards the direction I was going, and my hands did the duty they were there to perform. If you were to look at the steering wheel at that moment, you only would've seen a blur, as the steering wheel went from the right to the left to counter the evils of losing control. From an outsider's perspective, the car was dancing all alone in a road covered with the flavorful sprinkling of white stuff to grace all of those who seeked the same entertainment.
As I sat there in the car, engine idling, shifter in neutral, and the road just as deserted as before, I fully realized just why I still lived in the northeast.
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