The rain became snow, and then the snow became an all-covering white blizzard - which would've made for a PERFECT snow day if Rogers AR wasn't calling. So Nate put his flip flops to good use, scrapped off BAV, and we hit the road.
If snow were swapped for fur, doesn't it strike an uncanny resemblance to the Dog-mobile in "Dumb & Dumber"? Kind of how we felt, actually, driving in a blizzard with zero experience.
Nate was calm under pressure, the king of defensive driving, especially considering he hadn’t even seen snow till moving here 2 years ago. Quite inappropriately I got the gigles at times in response to his white-knuckle grip - he had to pry his fingers from the steering wheel once we arrived.