“Every mile is two in winter. “~George Herbert
I have a substantial commute to work, and by substantial I mean long. I was not naive, I knew the commute would be tough. First off, I start work at 8 AM, and if you live an hour and fifteen minutes away (under optimal conditions) you have to start your day early, real early. I am up and on the road before most of my neighbors are stirring.
I have lived in Ohio most of my life, I am well aware of winter. I have made regular long term commutes to jobs before, but never have I experienced winter driving the likes of which January presented. Let’s talk about the -10 morning when barely 5 miles into my journey a truck spun out in front of me on I-271, nearly hitting me and leaving me shaking. I had been on the job less than a month and I didn’t think I could make it to work that day.
And I didn’t.
I ended getting off the freeway and calling my boss, whom I had assured the commute would be “no problem” to tell him I thought it was too dangerous to drive. Lucky for me, he was understanding. When we had the 10 (and I swear it was more) inches a week or so later, I persevered and made it in to work.
It took me 2 1/2 hours.
I have new respect for winter driving.