Took me two and a half hours to drive to work today.
TWO AND A HALF HOURS.
Why? Because the path between my house and were I work was ground zero of this morning's non-stop snowfall, and there was no way around it. As usual, all the ODOT plows were on Cleveland's West Side. I live on the East Side, which usually gets twice the snowfall of the West Side. Every school is closed, every senior center is closed, job training programs are all closed, but LOCAL GOVERNMENT IS OPEN!
Because I-90 was literally a sheet of ice, I had about fifteen to twenty 90-degree spinouts along a half-mile stretch of road; we're talking about going from parallel with the lane to perpendicular. Along one stretch, it was creep forward, slide sideways, straighten out, slide sideways, straighten out, slide, straighten ... scary ****. "But you were driving too fast!", you might say. The speedometer was pegged while this happened - at the bottom. I was going about 3 or 4 MPH, if that. The car would have slid if it was standing still. The traction control light was on for much of the ride in.
Why didn't I get smacked in the side? A look in the rear view mirror would show that everyone else behind me was spinning out, too. An ice-coated surface, heavy banking, and NO FRIGGING PLOWS OR SALT add up to the most white-knuckle driving experience ever.
Seriously, I feel damn lucky that I didn't get into a bad, traffic-stopping accident on my way in.
Mother Nature, you stone-cold bitch. Bite me.