Well, I got my snow tires put on the ol’ Camry. The spinning wheels sounds like a muffled swarm of locusts. The sweet sound of confidence behind the wheel.
Last year’s lack of snowfall hardly necessitated studded tires, but I found them to be something in the way of a security blanket. This area has the trifecta of horrific winter driving conditions. There are the snow storms themselves, of course. Then there’s the late winter build-up of slick stuff missed by the plow blades, something we never had to deal with in the Chicago area. And let’s not forget the myth of black ice, a nightmare I hope to never encounter.