Despite Pittsburgh being a town in the snow belt, I guess it still shocks me how stupid people can be. We finally got the snow storm they talked about, but only about 3 or 4 inches... no big deal, right? Wrong! After my first day back at the gym yesterday (where I burned 500 calories doing cardio (isn't that how many calories are in a Tic-Tac?)), I decided to go back out to Barnes and Noble for my skinny hazelnut latte, figuring I'd be snowed in for 3 weeks. The roads started to get bad right around the time they predicted, so I flipped it in four-wheel drive and headed for home, coming up on a young man (cute... would I have stopped otherwise? We'll never know) who managed to run his 1993 Olds Cutlass Ciera off the road, taking out a row of shrubs and a fire hydrant, with his bald-as-Telly-Savalas tires to blame. Long story short, home owner comes out and apparently the same thing happened a month prior, so he was all ready. I got my towing chain, we got the police to stop traffic and he towed it out with his manly-muscle Chevy truck. I truly had big truck envy, since I don't think my V6 would have done the trick so easily... The lesson: I should-a had a V8 (sorry, couldn't resist). Fortunately, they make hydrants break-away now, so there wasn't a ton of water shooting up.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Flighty As The Wind
Despite Pittsburgh being a town in the snow belt, I guess it still shocks me how stupid people can be. We finally got the snow storm they talked about, but only about 3 or 4 inches... no big deal, right? Wrong! After my first day back at the gym yesterday (where I burned 500 calories doing cardio (isn't that how many calories are in a Tic-Tac?)), I decided to go back out to Barnes and Noble for my skinny hazelnut latte, figuring I'd be snowed in for 3 weeks. The roads started to get bad right around the time they predicted, so I flipped it in four-wheel drive and headed for home, coming up on a young man (cute... would I have stopped otherwise? We'll never know) who managed to run his 1993 Olds Cutlass Ciera off the road, taking out a row of shrubs and a fire hydrant, with his bald-as-Telly-Savalas tires to blame. Long story short, home owner comes out and apparently the same thing happened a month prior, so he was all ready. I got my towing chain, we got the police to stop traffic and he towed it out with his manly-muscle Chevy truck. I truly had big truck envy, since I don't think my V6 would have done the trick so easily... The lesson: I should-a had a V8 (sorry, couldn't resist). Fortunately, they make hydrants break-away now, so there wasn't a ton of water shooting up.
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I am glad I read your stuff...I had forgotten the inconveniences of snow and all that you have to do. I will not even go out to my back porch here when it goes below 50 degrees...and I don't think that I would be happy living in the snow again...hell, I don't think I would even survive.
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raulito
Is it really 5 degrees in Pittsbugh now (as I read the thermometer on your blog)? The one winter I lived in Pittsburgh I remember crossing the street in East Liberty and sliding into the curve and losing my bag of groceries and oranges rolling in all directions across the road in the gray, dirty, slushy snow. Some memories stay with you forever. This was on of them.
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