I like winter, or at least I did at one point. I used to live for it, but that was when I was working at a ski hill and riding my snowboard six days a week. A foot of fresh snow was like Christmas!, getting hit in the face with snow all day long was actually enjoyable, desirable! enviable! a sought after experience! Now I drive a minivan. Fish-nosing a minivan is just not cool. (It's fish-nosing as opposed to fish-tailing because most minivans are front wheel drive.) All Season Tires? I think not. One of the exits from our neighbourhood on to a main road is a sloping, downhill, off-camber, right turn that also serves as the right hand feeder lane for the upcoming intersection. (Just to clarify, off-camber means it slopes toward the outside if the corner, away from the direction you are turning.) The slightest bit of hestiation or over-braking, well actually braking of any kind really, will send you sideways and either lodge you directly across the width of the on-ramp, or out into the traffic that are veering into your lane, ignoring the definition of "merge" in a coffee fueled road-to-work rally, because you know, "they have 4-wheel drive, so it's ok". This turn claims it's fair share of victims every year, but when it's still snowing in the last week of April, well let's just say there is no fear of missing the performance bonus this year.

Tags: Winter