I like to cut corners when I drive, especially in the mountains on that curvy stretch east of Golden or down in the Okanagan valley south of Sicamous.
In the city, driving to work, trying to use my brakes as little as possible, I like to cruise at a constant speed, 35-40 kph, all the way from eastbound on University Drive to my parking spot south of Luther, through three left turns and one right. Fine. But this morning brought a brief lining of snow, just enough to turn already timid drivers into papercups on wheels, braking 40 feet in front of where they don't need to brake at all, driving 20, peeping with their signal lights pathetically. That means I have to brake, drive 20, stay wide on my turns (but peep only if necessary). If I can roar past, as my 35-40 seems to be to their 20, I'll throw a glare, maybe broadcast my personalized horn-tone (the opening brass chorale to "All You Need is Love").
Back in my office, before I do anything else, I have to look north out my window at the grey sky and geese.
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