You just have to love karma sometimes.

We had a winter storm here yesterday — not as bad as some, worse than others.  We got about 10 inches of the white stuff.

The worse part of the storm was during the morning commute yesterday morning, naturally.  It snowed at a rate of 2 inches an hour, the roads were “greasy” and the plow trucks had a hard time keeping up.  Feeder ramps onto the expressway were covered in deep snow that mandated extreme care turning onto them, speeding up on them, and merging from them.

It ended up taking me more than an hour to make a thirteen minute commute.  Traffic was bogged down and sometimes the expressway was more like a parking lot.  We moved, but we moved s-l-o-w-l-y.  There’s about a 5 mile stretch of the expressway I take in that was bottled up to that parking lot point.  I just let the car drift forward on it’s own, without giving it any gas and that was about the pace we took through most of that area.

I drive a Toyota RAV4 — full-time all-wheel drive.  For the most part, it’s pretty sure-footed in the snow and I have really loved having it.  But that doesn’t mean I can go like hell on a morning like we had yesterday.  Slow and steady, using the lower gears to start up and slow, ever watchful of others, and I’ve managed to stay relatively safe in it.  Even the typical assholes behaved themselves yesterday morning, as I saw no SUVs or 4×4 pickup trucks screaming by.  Caution was the mindset of everyone.  Except the guy in the Alero who was screaming down the SHOULDER to pass everyone when traffic came to a standstill. Clearly his time was more valuable than everyone else’s on the road that particular morning.

More than a half hour later, when I rounded a curve about a mile or so down the road, there he sat, in the ditch, car tilting at a precarious angle.  Nobody stopped for him.  Many did as I did. Laugh.  Beep the horn.  Wave.  Keep right on going.

Gotta love Karma.

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