As I was getting ready for bed last night I heard a sound outside my window that over this winter has become something like the adhan for the snowbound northeast - the high-pitched, throaty whine of rubber flailing helplessly on ice. The temperature was a balmy 40 degrees and this weird liquid form of water was falling from the skies, yet this man in his crappy front wheel drive Rendezvous was having a hell of a time extracting himself from a downhill-facing parking space. EDIT: Put your headphones on for my stupid narration. Things really get going past the three minute mark.


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