2dimes wrote:You should be laughing at the word "icy" being used to describe a highway in Texas.
That's funny. In '76 we went on a road trip to Guatemala. Drove down through the States and Mexico. On the way down, passing through Arkansas, there were all these signs "Watch For Ice". We were just pissing ourselves laughing. "Watch For Ice, ha ha ha, these fucking people have never seen ice, ha ha ha!"
Well aint karma a bitch! January of '77, on our way home, we got hit by a motherfucker of a storm while passing through Arkansas. Spinouts everywhere. Big Gulf-enhanced warm cyclic crossing paths with a Colorado low. Followed us all the way home, 30 hours driving in the shittiest weather imaginable. Ohio alone I think took about 14 hours to cross when it's usually like 8. We had this shitty old Econoline van, all rusted out with golf-ball-sized holes in the floor. The snow came in off the road. I was sleeping in the bed in the back, woke up covered in snow, got 2nd-degree frostbite right through my sleeping bag.