I’ve seen more car wrecks in the last eighteen hours than I have in the preceding eighteen months—two of them as they happened, two just after they happened. It’s so cold here, see, that salt on the roads doesn’t work, which is kind of academic because they’re not salting roads anywhere near as much as they did last year. And … well, I’ll say the snow has exceeded the ability to plow the roads, so they’re not completely clear, which makes them icy after a while.
They apparently do have sand to put on the roads (doesn’t melt anything, but gives traction… that’s used up north all the time, but rarely here), because I heard on a traffic report that a sand truck was stuck on a freeway northwest of town.
One accident I saw this morning in my rearview mirror was an SUV that came off a ramp at a too-high rate of speed, went spinning across all five lanes of traffic and finally smashed sideways into the left retaining wall. I hope the driver is all right… and gets relentlessly mocked for stupid driving.
It’s all very deceiving because it’s sunny and cloudless this morning. But it was still all of +5°F and nothing was melting. Last night’s low at my house was −2, which got an earworm started, my friend Leslie’s parody of Van Morrison’s “Tupelo Honey”: “It’s cold outside, it’s two below, honey.”