I woke up yesterday morning, and in my bathroom, my greeting was this silent testimony to the brutal environment outside. Don't overlook the minus sign to the left of the 14.0. With the wind, -35 degrees. What's it like when it's -35? When you're walking from point A to point B...you hurry. I decided not to walk to the bus, and wait on the corner for a bus that could be on time, late...or even early so I miss it. That could leave me standing there for 30 or more minutes in the blast. There's a company here in Madison that has a blast freezer. It gets to -70...don't want to work there. I chose to drive my trusty Jeep. I turned the key in the ignition...the ignition switch didn't want to let go. The starter just whined as the engine kind of tried to start. After a very few minutes...got 'er started. The throttle was stiff & automagically kept the rpm's up around 3000 or so. Probably woke up all the neighbors & I thought the beast might just shake apart. So I drove to work, which is quite an anomaly. I think the temp in the Jeep got up to around -9 by the time I got to work. Quite comfortable. On University Avenue, the road is so messed up from two years of record snow fall, it's like a washboard, with 3" ridges running across the road, perfectly spaced to cause the Jeep to think it's off road...a few times I caught some air. Quite the adventure....Friday cold...
