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a few years ago in raleigh, nc, it snowed three feet. so the whole city got into it, the only snowplow was working overtime, people with trucks were being paid to drive over parking lots to pack the shit down, etc etc. driving out the apt. complex was nigh-impossible, but i figured out how to do it, and as long as I left work before the black ice formed it was all good.
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this morning I saw it was snowing and rolled over and went back to sleep.
three
steve called me up from 520 to tell me that it was kind of bad, but if I stayed in 2nd and all that good shit I should be fine. i cleared off my passenger side window, then the driver side. then the back windshield, then the front windshield. got in my car and the passenger side window was already covered in snow. I ran the wipers for a while, moved the car about three yards out of my spot, then moved it back, as my fingerless gloves were killing me dead.
four
the snow died down and I found my full on leather gloves. Put them on and got in the car. Drove down 45th realizing that there was no way I could make it down Market all the way past the Ballard Bridge. Stopped at Phinney, at least, that was the plan, instead I skidded towards a truck. Fortunately I was skidding slowly enough that I could wave at him to back the fuck up. so I circled back around on the main roads, figuring out how to skid properly but still too afraid, and voila, made it home.
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