Driving. An unstoppable force driving down the icy chute carved into your lane, you cut through the cold like a freight train. You realize there is speed to be gained, you shed some ice from your seemingly rocket propelled vehicle. You hit the roof with twisted pleasure. Scheming at the thought of all of the children, ...elderly women, and nuns there are to spread horror and awe too. Your fist goes through it. My convertible's top was not swiss cheese like enough apparently. And duct tape is rendered useless by a little cold... Who else lives where its cold?.... Example = 31 and raining the last two days, -1 today and icy if you can imagine how nice the roads are.
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