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A few Christmases ago I made the unfortunate decision to drive home some 14 miles after visiting my cousin for the day.
Heavy snow with intermittent whiteout conditions. - A really bad decision, though I made it home without a scratch. But initially I must have driven at least a quarter mile with almost no visibility in any direction other than a few feet in front of my headlights.
With the constant droning of my windshield wipers, "Dumb-Guy! Dumb-Guy! Dumb-Guy!"![]()
Same thing but different climate, being retired means I don't have to care about time, day or date. Tonight was a hot night, at 3:00 am it was still 31 degrees, so I've just come back from a lovely swim in the ocean. At this time of night I have the whole place to myself.That's one of the big things about being retired. To be able to avoid driving in the snow on my terms rather than anyone else.