I already did that... The migrating south, that is. I don't have to worry about icicles going through my neck. And, if I do, you guys will all be frozen solid. "Day After Tomorrow".

I ride my bicycle just fine in 110 degree heat.
When I did it in the 120 degree heat in Vegas or Phoenix, I was having a field day.

Victorville, OTOH, gets colder than the rest of SoCal, especially when the whiners during the Summer pray to the Cold Gods.

Extreme heat gives me energy, while cold-air(anything below 40) literally makes me feel like my soul is being pulled from my mouth.:(

Californian's die when it gets below 40. :D
Michiganders begin to consider putting on a t-shirt, but it's still too warm for that. :p

And, Minnasotans tell you it's a bit nippy out at absolute zero.:cool:
Wisconsinites have found a happy medium somewhere in between the two...
The "FROZEN TUNDRA"....:lol2:

Well, I was born out in Illinois, but I guess I was doomed to have parents that didn't want me shoveling snow!!
I could handle the cold if properly equipped, just don't expect me to bask in it.

I can get along just fine without having to deal with cold weather.

Well, sadly I can tell you fellas, the further north you live, the less human DNA you will find in the wimmin. :tears:

http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l2...iebinladen.jpg

Thanks - that's exactly what I wanted to look at first thing in the morning...

Oh, I don't know... No worse than your "cheeky avatar"...:lol:

Ignore them.

I had a load from hell the day of the storm. The shipper, ES3 (?) in York, PA was running 6 hours behind. It only made sense to make it an even 10. When I finally got my trailer, the service brake line was cut and I wound up waiting another 6 hours for someone to come and fix it. By the time that was done, the storm was fully engaged and the service guy said it looked like the trucks were having trouble with the hills on 83, north, for me. I was close to gross so off I went. It was bad but not impassable and traffic was non-existent. 3 and a half hours, 85 miles and a dozen or so cars off the road later, I pulled off at one of the turnpike service plazas. A CSR had messaged me for "a good ETA" . . I replied "June".

I arrived at final* almost exactly 24 hours late. There was another Swift waiting to be unloaded from the same shipper, and he, too, was 24 hours late. The only difference was, he was a repower because the original Driver wrecked (and probably lost his job) somewhere near the WV border. There was no obvious damage to the trailer but some of the pallets had broken up and they were waiting for manpower to offload it by hand.

The moral of the story? Pay attention! The cars go off the road first and then go the trucks. It's happened in every storm I've ever been in. There is no sense in "keep pushing on" when you know some bone head is going to close the road for you. And there's nothing heroic about being on time with a stinkin' load of salad dressing.

A tip of the hat to GH and to all who made it through.


*The limestone mine in Independence, MO. It took a few years and now I've been there.