marc_w
Full Member
I have an issue. 
Well, many... but I'll talk about one here.
Tonight, it realized I have an addiction. The more severe the weather, the more I love to drive.
We're getting dumped on pretty good up here in the North East US right now. I've got close to a foot of snow in the driveway. (not a ton, but enough for most people around here)
I just got back from what should have been a 4 mile ride home from the girlfriends house. It turned into 25 miles of galavanting through surrounding towns.
...and it's not just putting around main streets.
I love to find the steepest, meanest, most unforgiving and unplowed hills around, and to try to make it up them in 2wd.
I love to use rear wheel drive like it was meant to... To steer the truck with the throttle.
I love picking a spot on deserted roads, and doing an emergency braking manuever to see if I can stop before passing it.
I love finding the silkiest, smoothest, most fluffy, snow drift around and bust through it like the Cool-Aid man.
I guess it's some form of poor-mans four-wheeling.
When people ask me, "How are the roads?!" I don't answer, "Horrible." or "Crappy."
I answer, "Fun.", "Easy.", or "Challenging."
Friends and family think I'm nuts.
Any of you guys out there guilty of this stuff?
Well, many... but I'll talk about one here.
Tonight, it realized I have an addiction. The more severe the weather, the more I love to drive.
We're getting dumped on pretty good up here in the North East US right now. I've got close to a foot of snow in the driveway. (not a ton, but enough for most people around here)
I just got back from what should have been a 4 mile ride home from the girlfriends house. It turned into 25 miles of galavanting through surrounding towns.
...and it's not just putting around main streets.
I love to find the steepest, meanest, most unforgiving and unplowed hills around, and to try to make it up them in 2wd.
I love to use rear wheel drive like it was meant to... To steer the truck with the throttle.
I love picking a spot on deserted roads, and doing an emergency braking manuever to see if I can stop before passing it.
I love finding the silkiest, smoothest, most fluffy, snow drift around and bust through it like the Cool-Aid man.
I guess it's some form of poor-mans four-wheeling.
When people ask me, "How are the roads?!" I don't answer, "Horrible." or "Crappy."
I answer, "Fun.", "Easy.", or "Challenging."
Friends and family think I'm nuts.
Any of you guys out there guilty of this stuff?