I have about a zillion new quotes to put into the sidebar, but I left my notebook in my binder, and it's too stinking cold to run back and get it -- and too dangerous. Between here and Mocks there are random splotches of icelessness that come upon you unawares. So you're going along running like a drunk turkey trying to maintain speed, and all of a sudden you hit a dry patch.
It's not the ice that fouls up the system. It's the lack of it.
And P.S. Car covers are even harder to put on than take off coated in ice. Funny how heavy it gets.
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