kartooner

The weather in New York has been a mixed bag.

After a few weeks of per­fect weather the snow has finally reared it’s ugly head. Last year, when I moved here I refused to drive think­ing that any­thing I would do would increase my chances of get­ting into an acci­dent. My wife drove me all over, since she had expe­ri­ence liv­ing in New York. I was a home­grown Cal­i­for­nia guy, used to the con­stant weather, smog and 2-hour com­mutes. When we first moved here I was a fish out of water placed into a Ziploc bag and stuck into the refridgerator.

This year, how­ever, I’ve put on my valiant shoes and started dri­ving in the win­ter. Going to work in the morn­ing has been an expe­ri­ence since the com­mute con­sists of a speedy 5 MPH, not to men­tion the count­less amounts of peo­ple who either drive too fast or drive too slow. Case in point; tonight while dri­ving on the main road we were stuck behind a man who couldn’t decide what lane he wanted to be in. After a few min­utes of swerv­ing side-to-side, we decided to pause for a moment and at that point he put his right-hand turn sig­nal on and con­tin­ued to turn in that direc­tion gradually.

As far as esti­mat­ing how fast I should drive I’m about in the mid­dle for the moment, try­ing to fig­ure out the right amount of speed to brake ratio.