While last night's snow didn't exactly create a winter wonderland, it did create slick roadways as evidenced by the little Nissan Versa in front of me. Poor li'l fella was having a heckuva time.
Our last snow, which graced us on the day we went to check out RVs, relieved my Subaru Outback of its front end. Well, the mountain into which my Outback slid technically did the relieving, but the end result was a fat check from our wonderful insurance company.
Bet you never thought you'd see those words put in that order in a sentence, did'ja?
Let me make it clear that this is no reflection on Subaru Outbacks. They really are everything they're supposed to be under lousy roads conditions. The issue was the new tires I got from (yup, gonna name 'em) Big O on 30th and Valmont in Boulder. After only 7,000 miles they'd lost their useful tread. The insurance adjuster suggested that perhaps the tires they installed weren't as new as they lead me to believe.
This is the second non-Ford I've owned that found itself nose-less through no fault of its own, so I figured that's the nether's way of telling me I really am a Ford person. So off to the Ford dealer we went and got a car that's two years older with 70,000 more miles on it than my Subi had. I guess it's not technically a car, it's more like a tank with a sweet leather interior, heated bucket seats, and an entertainment center.
Fuel economy be damned, I've finally got my Explorer. An Eddie Bauer, at that. Getting back into a Ford felt like going home. Just everything about the way it drives, the feel of the steering wheel, and even the solid sound of the turn indicator is like making a left at the top of Bedford Road in Pocantico Hills. Ah, home.
One thing I'm still a bit envious of in my daughter's Explorer is her horn. Yeah, mine has a wonderfully blaring, distinctly American sound, but the horn in Courtney's Explorer will knock you out of your shoes. It's the kind of horn that makes you want to get stuck behind someone who is still dialing their phone when the light turns green.
Aaanyway, this morning was my first venture down Canyon in icy conditions. 4x4 on, kept it in 3rd, and moved at a pace slightly better than a crawl. The only issue I had was that upon reaching the Sugarloaf intersection I thought "holy crap, I'm only at Sugarloaf?" Yes, yes, but I'm at Sugarloaf intact.
I was going to add a photo of my new baby tank, but the camera in my phone rots. Instead I'm going add the first clear photo I could find on the card.
Yeah, we tried to shame our cat. But in addition to having no sense of humor, she has no shame, either. The end score was LittleKitty 1, iPad screen 0. WreckCenter games won a bill for 200 bucks.
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