Driving on my Island is especially difficult. And that’s even before you add in the twenty-five centimeters of snow. With the white-wet-presumptuous fluffies in the mix, the idiots who brandish their steering wheels as over-compensation are even less forgiving.
Admittedly, the amount of driving experience that I possess is not enough to brag about, but I ponder over the mental power of those who decide that speeding through a snow storm is a positive course of action. If planes can’t manage, what makes them think that their rear-wheel drive piece of junk will?
It’s fine if they don’t consider their own safety anything worth slowing down over, but it’s a shame to think that those who do, all of us slow-and-steady goers, might end up with whip lash and a crushed back bumper because of it.
Further proof that we all just need to slow down, I guess.