Yesterday, I drove from Chicago to Minneapolis, a road trip of about 380 miles or so. If you also live in the Midwest, you’ll know full well that yesterday also happened to be the day a giant ice storm coated several states in snow and ice. Driving along I-94 yesterday was an interesting challenge, and one I don’t recommend taking upon yourself.
The good news is that my passenger, my car, and I survived without injury. It was a long day (the normally 5.5-hour drive became something like 8 hours), and we had a couple close calls, but as they say: slow and steady wins the race.
When I arrived home last night, my only thought was to get indoors, eat Chicago leftovers, and drink beer. Thus, I didn’t notice the state of my car until this morning.
I am amused that my car seems to have selectively kept a couple of icy souvenirs of yesterday’s drive.
I wonder how long it will be until I can see my front license plate again?