It took me 45 minutes to drive 1.7 miles. There were no police directing traffic, no plowing, no salting, no sanding. Also, red means green and green means red.
I want to be tolerant, but here’s the deal– As a state employee I was sent home at 12:30, but due to the mass exodus, stood by the roadside watching traffic for an hour and a half before deciding it’d even cleared enough for me to bother.
Of all days for me to decide not to walk, this probably was not the best one.
My favorite part was fishtailing all the way up Wyllys Street in second gear.