Nothing like leaving for work as the entire state hurries home, their cars crashing into each other and smashing into light poles and stopping in the middle of backed-up lanes for seemingly no reason. Nothing like driving home in that re-frozen, completely unsalted mess at midnight, imagining that every car you encounter is going to skid its way toward you and make one hell of an introduction to your bumper.
Sure is pretty, though.
Spring me, please.