When it originally fell, it was a mix, so it froze solid on the bottom. I simply don't have the energy (or correct tools) to remove it. My driveway is short but steep and has a particularly difficult connection to the road, which is also not clear, and there is also a buried park car on the opposite side of the street. G37S is rear-wheel drive with little ground clearance. I have been stuck trying to get out of the driveway in the past in similar conditions.
So I am just not desperate enough to expend the energy or take the risk. So, stuck I am!
I made a killing going door to door shoveling snow. How else was a poor farm kid going to make money to pay for dirt bikes and parts?!?!
When I was a kid... (wait, I must be getting old. I'm telling "when I was a kid" stories!)Welcome to the club, you young whippersnapper!
Farms must have been different then? I recall them being far apart, and the door to door thing would have been a 20 mile hike for maybe 10 doors.
Now in the urban areas, we* (*poor urban kids needing alley minibike money) already had a job delivering newspapers door to door in the snow that wasn't shoveled yet. We had big carts with 36" wheels and when those wouldn't go (they went pretty well as they had skinny wheels and high clearance {similar to, but much better than, these}), we had some sleds. I only had to use a sled on one day. I hated the sled because it would only hold about one fifth of my route before it would sink too far in the snow, so it required 4 extra trips back to the "barn" (a big city commercial garage really) to reload. The next time a sled day occurred I took half a load out in the cart then came back and reloaded just once. I finished before all the others(all using sleds) by 90 minutes and I was the only one from our "barn" to get to school on time that day. To the best of my knowledge they stacked up the sleds and didn't use them again after that.
Now I think the papers there are all* (*probably not that many, as newspapers seem to be dying out as it seems only old people read them) delivered by adults in SUVs.
Welcome to the club, you young whippersnapper!
Detasseling corn? You sound like a central ILL-inois boy.
McLean and Woodford for me. Further south now...don't get back much.
this year is much colder... we just got above 0*, and will have a heat wave this week, getting into 20* zone tomorrow... after single digits or negative ones, for the last week and a half...
new years eve picture of snow...wasn't too bad...
SO much for my "pepper garden"..hehehehehh
What is this snow stuff you fellas keep mentioning?
Signed, I rode every day this week.
PS - danged glad we're not retired and living in SW Va yet.
This article was originally published in January 2010. The forecast information is not correct, but Richmonders' reaction to any snow on the way is.
According to the Richmond Times-Dispatch and every meteorologist in town, Richmond is going to get a nice snowfall this weekend … up to a foot, some people say. (You can find the latest forecast here).
In case you're new to Richmond, let me tell you how we do it here.
Someone somewhere says snow is coming to Central Virginia.
We Richmonders start paying attention.
Someone says it's coming to Richmond.
We Richmonders really start paying attention.
Someone brandishes the word "accumulation."
Done. Finished. Over. We who call Richmond home all-out lose our minds. In the case of this snow, it happens like this:
Tuesday morning: The word "accumulation" is used.
Tuesday afternoon: Accumulation confirmed. All weekend plans put on stand-by or out-right canceled.
Tuesday evening: First trip to supermarket for bread, milk, wine, beer and cookie dough.
Wednesday morning / afternoon: Calls around town for sleds begin (for the record, Richmond.com is one step ahead. No one has them; Pleasant's is expecting a shipment on Friday).
Wednesday evening: Local news does a story about the run on supermarkets for bread and milk. Second trip to supermarket for extra bread and milk, plus frozen pizzas and non-perishables, because you never know.
Thursday morning / afternoon: Spend workday obsessively checking the forecast. More calls for sleds. Search online for sleds, but decide against them because you can't believe how much sleds actually cost.
Thursday evening: Meet friends out for drinks or dinner because you never know when you'll get out again. Realize you forgot to buy bagels. How could you forget bagels? Third trip to supermarket.
Friday morning: Alternate staring out window for snow and consulting forecast for exact snow start time. Cancel the rest of weekend plans.
Friday afternoon: Weather.com reports that it is snowing in your area. Run to window. Spend at least one hour yelling at weather.com because it is clearly not snowing. Ask boss about company inclement weather policy. Complain about said policy. Wait an hour; ask boss if company is closing early.
Friday evening: Fourth trip to supermarket on the way home for last-minute necessities, like chocolate and fancy hot cocoa. Alternate staring out window and watching local news for exact snow start time. Watch the Closings scroll to see if your work is closed on Monday, because you never know.
Friday night: Snow finally begins. Call/text all of your friends and family to see if it's snowing in their area and to make sure they're OK in the storm. Update Facebook status to reflect snowfall in case you missed anyone. Order pizza so you don't have to break into rations too soon.
Saturday morning: Marvel at snowfall. Fling pets / children into the snow so they can marvel and so you have pictures for your Facebook page.
Saturday afternoon: Drive or trudge to nearest hill and attempt to sled on a cookie sheet/shower curtain/trashcan lid/pool float.
Saturday evening: Meet friends for out for drinks or dinner to celebrate snow.
Sunday: Eat leftover pizza and stare out window, watching snow melt. Obsessively watch Closings list. Feel happy when the county you once lived in announces closing and then sad because you never became a teacher and now you have to go out, clean off the car and then go to work tomorrow. Plus you've got all that bread and milk to eat.
This article was originally published in January 2010. The forecast information is not correct, but Richmonders reaction to any snow on the way is.
I guess you missed the part about buyin a gallon of liquor, and going home.. maybe some hotdogs and buns picked up also.... and cut some woood in the "back yard."
f'ing virginian's just don't get it...
a) 75 MPH ain't gonna work butt wipes...
b) get cigs, and anything that will be cashed out thru a register, BEFORE the power goes out...
c) Richmond weather forecasters are total douches//// and if you can actually get the richmond forcast on satellite, out "yonder" good luck... they never had a clue about the flooding in the "bottom".. oh yah. a'holes..
d) when this weather hits... grab a rifle, go out and kill animals... you don't need a license, just kill them, bring them home... and eat them... mmmmmm best cooked over an open fire... which you constructed from firewood you cut with your chainsaw, and are all standing around to keep warm.. mmmmm
Someone brandishes the word "accumulation." Done. Finished. Over. We who call Richmond home all-out lose our minds.
bwaaaahaaaaaa
WTF do you care about bread and Milk? really? WTF is with those people that buy that? they gonna make milk sammiches? i have no idea.... send the kids out to strangle rabbits, and squirrels... make them work.....mmmmmmmmm them cats are looking tasty.....ooooops sorry....... i always hit the frozen food section, bought crap in tin based containers like lasagna and such, and oatmeal...
Virginians have no clue... sorry bro, it's a fact....
my "pet" Eagle had no conscious,,, it eats....
bwaaaahaaaaaa
WTF do you care about bread and Milk? really? WTF is with those people that buy that? they gonna make milk sammiches? i have no idea.... send the kids out to strangle rabbits, and squirrels... make them work.....mmmmmmmmm them cats are looking tasty....
Virginians have no clue... sorry bro, it's a fact....