on snow and driving

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So, every time it snows in Nashville, people invariably fall into two camps:

  1. The “AAAAAAAH WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE, DON’T DRIVE OR YOU’LL DIE AAAAAH” camp
  2. and the “pfft, i’m from [insert northern state here] and you dumb southerners are so silly if you don’t know how to drive in snow” camp

I will admit that despite my Wisconsin birth, I fall squarely in the first camp – since I never lived there when I was driving.

Every year I make this point to anyone who will listen, though, so I figured I’d post it as well:

Snow in the south is not the same, sorry. First, there’s the rather obvious fact that we don’t have as many (or hardly any) plows or trucks to salt adequately for the rare occasions we do get salt, so that makes things harder. Second, and more important: because the south straddles the line between “warm climate” and “cold”, when we do get snow, it’s usually a product of a front that brought in a lot of rain, first. So, everything gets nice and saturated with water and then freezes, and then it starts to snow. So, typically, around here, when you’re driving on snow, you’re not just driving on snow – you’re driving on ice covered in a deceptive layer of snow.

I’ve driven in snow on occasion up north and it was actually very hard to shake my instinct to be deathly afraid of driving on snow, because of this fact. Going up north and driving on snow and actually having traction is just … weird.

The amusing side-effect of this is that you often have people in camp #2 (arrogant northerner) who scoff loudly at the snow we get here and go out and try to drive in it and nearly kill themselves. I’ll never forget years ago when I was working at the Stockyard, we got some snow in typical rain-ice-snow fashion. There was some hot-shot server from New York loudly and nearly endlessly proclaiming Nashville’s wussiness with regard to snow. He then left, and promptly fishtailed his pickup into a telephone pole right outside the restaurant. Open up, bitch – time to eat some crow! Would you like some help pulling your truck out of the ditch? Holler at me when it thaws, jackass.

Anyways. So, I realize that being able to drive in snow is a point of pride and whatnot, and I also realize that Nashvillians are a bit wussy about driving in snow. But, you should realize that it’s not quite the same as driving in well-plowed/salted ice-free roads in the north, and that maybe we’re wussy about it because we’re averse to dying.


Comments

Wait, can we go back to when you worked at the Stockyard? I want more of that…

Also, amen. I’m firmly in the first camp but foolishly ventured out to the Publix at White Bridge Road around 2 pm on Sunday (from Inglewood). Dumb. Came up on a terrible wreck on 440 and just barely made it past without flying right into the midst. Stay home, fools!

My first job when I was 15-16 was working as a busboy at the stockyard .. my dad was playing in the band in the bullpen downstairs at the time, so I had the in. That job was incredible – I was banking $5.50/hr and taking home between $50 and $100 in tipout at the end of the night.

I would like to add a little science to the “Southern Snow” discussion. In the spring and fall we (Wisconsinites) regularly get the kind of snow that you are talking about . Up here we call it “Greasy Snow” as in “Wow she’s really greasy out der ay?” It occurs at warmer temperatures that create a snow slush mix. From a scientific standpoint the colder snow gets the stickier it gets and thus easier to drive on. My advice to you is don’t panic, just be thankful that you will only have to deal with it for a few days while we will have to deal with it “greasy” or “sticky” for months.

There are similar issues with Seattle which gets maybe 3 or 4 days of Actual Snow a year (though in recent years they seem to have bought a few more plows and are starting to learn how to use salt). Our problem is we have terrain, which nobody on the East coast seems to quite grasp; e.g., close to 500 feet worth of elevation changes just within the city limits – it’s almost as insane as San Francisco in places. Get a little ice on those hills and just forget being able to actually go anywhere.

And yeah I do get a certain rush of “Yeah, I grew up in New Jersey, where they get really nasty, slushy stuff that freezes, and yes I got to drive in it, too.” But the fact of the matter is, it doesn’t matter how good you are at dealing with snow/ice/slush if you get stuck behind or rammed by somebody who isn’t. I stay home.

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