The windchill is -5° (using the wind charts and the lying wind data as it's much windier up here, it's probably actually lower by a good 10°) and it is snowing. Alas, it's not snowing hard enough to really call it a good storm - yet. But, it has signs of becoming one.
It's not really a good blizzard until the house starts rumbling and visibility is measured in feet.
Winter is here, even if the calendar disagrees.
To be fair, I spent plenty of years partying with rednecks, riding trails and getting drunk. I'm honestly surprised no one ever got hurt.
Hell, one time we made our own trail driving through the woods with no head lights, running from the cops. Pretty sure we all should have died that night.
I can relate. I was a functional drunk for years and years - and my very job insisted I drive all over. I have more miles than many long-haul truckers. Almost none of them were sober.
These days, after a very tumultuous time, I actually don't drink much. I also refuse to drive when I'm drinking. I've never been busted and I'd like to keep it that way.
It's amazing the shit we got away with, eh?
I am honestly amazed that I'm not dead! After all those years of living a punk rock life and making bad choices. I'm pretty sure the only decisions I made were bad decisions. I am not quite sure how I made it out with a clean record.
LOL But it's true. That was REALLY, REALLY dumb of me. I even knew it was dumb. Hell, I was telling him how bad a driver he was and how his car sucked at cornering - all while telling him he didn't have the berries to go faster. "Open it up. Let's see if you can bounce of the rev limiter!"
Meh... I'm a guitar player. That right there is indicative of a life of bad choices!