…is an evil fossil fueled vehicle creating hot snow, you might just be a Warmist
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Those evil fossil-fueled vehicles absolutely suck in the snow!
Thanksgiving of 1985, and I was driving from Hampton, Virginia, where I lived, to Mt Sterling, Kentucky, to see my family. It was warm enough when I left, at about 0300, that I had the top down on my 1978 MGB. I was dressed warmly, with a cable knit sweater and a jeans jacket with me.
Up Interstate 64, and once I got west of Richmond, I said to myself, “Self, you should put the top up.” So, I pulled off and raised the ragtop into place, and turned on the heater.
Well, let me tell you, MGBs don’t have squat for a heater. Fortunately, there was a blanket in the boot — English car, might as well use the British term! — and I wrapped that around my legs like a little old grandmother in a nursing home.
At the time, I-64 was not complete through West Virginia; you had to get off at Sam Black Church and take old US 60 for ninety miles before picking up I-64 again outside of Charleston. That 90 miles took 2½ to 3 hours, every time.
Anyway, once I got west of Rainelle, to the first mountain, it started to snow, and that little MGB, which had good, wide tires with plenty of tread, was all over the road. It just didn’t have any weight in the back end, over the drive tires.
I made it, but it was a miserable trip!
I almost bought a Cobra 10 years ago. I drove one with the Ford 460 motor. It set off car alarms on every street I drove down. It was quite proficient at returning carbon to the environment. It was fun but not something to drive often.
You can keep the girl this time, I’llc take the car. Probably less expensive in the long run.
Thank you, Admiral Teach!