Winter in Ireland...
It's -2 with freezing fog.
Complete with frozen cars who haven't bothered to do more than scrape a little hole for the driver to peer through from the film of ice on the window
A Prius tiptoeing at single-digit speeds down a perfectly clear road with a steaming convoy behind it.
Multiple cars with only their headlights on. In thick fog.
Plenty with one working light, or no working brake lights.
Multiple more operating in full stealth mode with nothing on. In thick fog. Grey Audis loom out of nowhere.
Road salt eating bare metal wherever it touches. Or gritter-trucks cracking windshields.
Bald summer tyres everywhere. Wrecks at the side of the road.
Absolute pandemonium when someone finds someone elses back-end on the M50 and the whole motorway grinds to a halt, shortly followed by the entire goddamned city.
And the office building is fucking freezing because management lets the old solid mass of uninsulated concrete cool down overnight rather than keep the heat on set-back - so it refuses to warm up at all during the day. Not until it's time to leave.
And it's an Irish cold. So it's a wet cold that soaks through anything and makes you feel misereable rather than the sort of cold.
My RX8 makes beautiful contrails at speed with the greatest heater ever fitted to a car. Heated seat are a god-send. And I got out into the field at 6pm on a Friday to service a faulty heat-pump. Tripping it into reverse using an engineer's test function and putting my hands on the steaming coils for five minutes was heaven.
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--m(^0^)m-- Wot, no sig?
It's -2 with freezing fog.
Complete with frozen cars who haven't bothered to do more than scrape a little hole for the driver to peer through from the film of ice on the window
A Prius tiptoeing at single-digit speeds down a perfectly clear road with a steaming convoy behind it.
Multiple cars with only their headlights on. In thick fog.
Plenty with one working light, or no working brake lights.
Multiple more operating in full stealth mode with nothing on. In thick fog. Grey Audis loom out of nowhere.
Road salt eating bare metal wherever it touches. Or gritter-trucks cracking windshields.
Bald summer tyres everywhere. Wrecks at the side of the road.
Absolute pandemonium when someone finds someone elses back-end on the M50 and the whole motorway grinds to a halt, shortly followed by the entire goddamned city.
And the office building is fucking freezing because management lets the old solid mass of uninsulated concrete cool down overnight rather than keep the heat on set-back - so it refuses to warm up at all during the day. Not until it's time to leave.
And it's an Irish cold. So it's a wet cold that soaks through anything and makes you feel misereable rather than the sort of cold.
My RX8 makes beautiful contrails at speed with the greatest heater ever fitted to a car. Heated seat are a god-send. And I got out into the field at 6pm on a Friday to service a faulty heat-pump. Tripping it into reverse using an engineer's test function and putting my hands on the steaming coils for five minutes was heaven.
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--m(^0^)m-- Wot, no sig?