Just last week I moved from cold-as-balls New York to sunny, never-rains southern California. The day I left, there was 8 inches of snow on the ground, and it was in the single-digits. When I landed, it was 65 degrees, not a cloud in the sky, nor flake on the ground.
It was the first time I'd seen asphalt sans ice in over a month. Yes, even with all the palm trees, flip-flops, and Carls Jr.'s(everywhere), my attention was toward the ground. It was just so WEIRD! If you're from upstate New York, I think you'd understand. In the winter, we just assume and accept that there is absolutely no traction on that white, unforgiving surface we call a road. My brain just could handle switching to 'summer' mode so quickly. Even now, a week later, I'm still braking WAY before I need to before a stop light.
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