Yesterday morning we piled in the car to run a few errands. Now anyone who's from a reasonably northern section of this country would scoff at the dusting of snow we had out there. In fact, to arrive at my ancestral home, you have to drive approximately three hours northwest of here, yet it seems that those three hours make all the difference. Apparently anyone born or raised below the Mason-Dixon has no idea how to drive in the snow.
And I don't give a shit if you happen to drive some German engineering marvel: if you can't drive in the snow you are simply a more dangerous idiot when behind the wheel of that car, or worse yet, SUV. Fortunately most people are scared stiff to drive and stay at home, which is where the hell most of them belong anyway, but you have an adventurous few who through their cluelessness endanger every pedestrian, driver, and parked car out there.
Not two blocks from our house, we get the green on 18th Street. I'm pulling into the intersection when coming down 18th Street with no apparent ability to stop at the red light is a Maryland-tagged Audi. The driver flashed a sheepish grin as she slid through the intersection as if the rules were suspended because she's too much of a fucking idiot to realize she can't drive 40 MPH down 18th Street with snow all over the road and have any sense of control over her car.
I would like to propose a licensing system whereby you have to pass a snow-driving test in order to be able to move your car around in the snow. The first test would be to see what you do when your car is stuck, because I am goddamned tired of watching people stuck in icy patches flooring their gas as if spinning the wheels faster is going to do anything other than create more slick ice.
Oh, and I'm not giving the new mayor any high marks for the city's snow plowing efforts this time.