Gotta love the English. A tiny dusting of snow and we're thrown into a panic. Last night the army was called out to deal with the chaos in Kent. All caused by about 3 inches of snow. Countries with proper winter weather can stop laughing now.
Better still is the shock and horror with which this event is greeted every year: "What? It snows in Winter? You get ice too? Nah, you've got to be joking..." This means that EVERY YEAR the government agencies tend to wait until everything is nicely iced over before doing anything about it. Which is how I made the discovery that having a car that dumps a substantial amount of power down onto the road is not the most fun thing to have when the tarmac is coated in an attractive sheen of frozen water.
The litte orange "you didn't want to do that" traction control light on the dashboard stayed lit almost all the way to work this morning.
And the worst thing about that smug little orange light? Apparently, according to the manual, one is supposed to turn off traction control when driving in ice and snow. I thumped the steering wheel and yelled "then what is the effing point of the stupid thing?" in the hope that the fearsomely efficient German engineers in Wolfsburg would hear me.
Presently I began to feel a little foolish. My hand hurt too.
