Naturally, my number ten bus was late. Trying to jump from the number ten to the B-Line at 41st Avenue didn't work, so I jumped back onto the same number ten. Ultimately, none of this mattered, since the B-Line trailed the number ten for nearly an hour, at an average speed of 2-3km/h. Eventually, nearly forty minutes into the commute, the gridlock fell apart, the busses lined up on the right side of the street, right before King Edward Avenue, and everyone was herded out.
I was lucky enough to catch the front-most B-Line to Downtown, arriving only an hour late to work (thankfully, my student was absent - presumably due to the atrocious SkyTrain service I heard about from my other students); my father, however, had to walk all the way to Downtown for an hour or so. Fuck me.
suuure.:)
ooh snow.
I like snow. Those people don't know how to drive. The articles I read on this "event" suggest that you don't get snow down there often. You don't get snow often down there?
MLP: Mmm. It reminds me of that thing I got you that time... ;)
Blazej: Well, that's granted. Once, the 480 I was on shaved a bumper off a car, near UBC. I think I wrote a poem about it (search for the line "shaves a car too close"). Anyways, this is still beside the point, since we do get some amount of snow every year, and to blame an utter lack of preparation on the unpredictability of weather is pretty weaksauce.
Ah, here it is. I got the facts slightly wrong: it was the number 41.
Yeah, I agree. All these excuses are stupid. I'd respect those people if they said that they simply don't care. I mean, I don't. I feel no need to have the snow removed. Deep snow is safer to drive in anyways. The car has no momentum because the snow's constantly slowing it down. The only advantage to removing snow is that the roads can return to a dry state quicker. However, as temperatures stay low, you just run the risk of evil black ice, which I'm not particularly supportive of on public roads.
Look, man, I remember trying to make a turn in my Chevette one winter, and at the time I thought that I was going to lose control of the car on the ice. That's just not cool.
I do, however, like your snow-ploughing idea very much. This reminds me of my own, earlier idea, when I proposed having all cars encased in about four inches of soft rubber.
Man. I have no idea what evil black ice you speak of, but it sounds very evil, indeed, and reminds me of Stephen King's The Dead Zone (I think it was one the the chapter titles).
Some more of your famous socratic irony? Black ice is ice that doesn't look like ice. Black because it looks like black asphalt so you assume you're driving on a dry road, which obviously can have some very bad consequences (like loosing control in a Chevette). I personally enjoyed driving my car with its bald rear tyres. I lost control in that thing all the time. Once the back end went into the slide, it wouldn't come out of it until I stopped the car completely. Zero friction. It was like driving with tyres made of ice .
Look, man, if you will find the phrase "ice that doesn't look like ice" in any reputable source, I will take off my hat, and pants, to you - but there is no such thing!
Anyways, "losing" is spelled with one "o" and your British spelling of "tire" can go suck a lemon. Having said that, the phrase "bald rear tires" really turns me on for some reason.
Mmm. Ice tires. What will they think of next? Edible ties? Popsicle doorknobs? The electric anus?
P.S. I looked up Socratic irony and I think that it's a very clever way to call someone an idiot - you goddamn oxymoron!