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I remember a trip I took up the Pennsylvania turnpike in the snow with my 1970 Duster 340. It did have the sure-grip rear end. I was going 60 to 70 mph in the left lane. I figured since the left lane had no tire tracks the traction would be better.
I got mad at the State Police one time for closing the Interstate. I had no trouble driving in the conditions that night.
The freeway closing actually was more dangerous, they made us exit onto a 2-lane state highway, intending for everyone to park and sit in the truck stops there. I didn't keep going, but some people kept going on that road.
I remember traveling on the interstate in a strong snowstorm from Storrs, CT to Buffalo, NY in the early '70s, white knuckling it all the way, mostly in second gear. That is over 400 miles in a car with a 3.73 rear end, no snow tires, and slipping and sliding all over, and watching as other cars slipped off the road. Foolishly, I had left later in the afternoon after it had already begun to snow.
We've all got 'driving inn a snowstorm' horror stories. For the most part - we drove slower, 'down-shifed' instead of using the brake and ... ... we didn't have a CELL PHONE IN OUR LAP OR IN THE STEERING WHEEL! ... so we were paying attention to the road.
Worst ever was a night drive from Allentown to Slatington PA during a fast moving storm. Left Allentown when it first started to snow, no big deal I thought, but quickly turned into a white out blizzard. Two lane roads, hills, curves. The few cars on the road were either sliding off or couldn't get up the hills. Soon we were the only car on the road. But my white 1976 Eldo conv. with front wheel drive keep creeping somewhat foreword. My partner and I had recently moved from Houston to NYC and were just in PA for a short family visit. No winter cloths, just sweaters, an old army blanket in the trunk, and a bottle of Vodka. Windshield wipers caking with ice, could not see the road, partner hanging out the window saying turn my way or his way (he had trouble with left or right). For hours all I could think was if we go off the road in that white convertible they won't find our bodies until Spring. By the time we got to Slatington the vodka was ice cold and sure tasted good.
Not a big deal
Posted - 10/29/2024 : 11:48:22
