The Coming Of The Slush
It looks like the cold is finally backing off in Western New York, which is good news, but it also means that the mountains of white snow are about to become a gray, salty, slush that leaves white stains on your footware from the massive amounts of salt spread on the roads. It eats leather.
When it warms up during the day it is like wading through a charcoal Slurpee, but as the temperature drops it will refreeze into ice rocks. If you are lucky and your car has the same wheelbase as the last car that drove through the slush before it finished freezing the drive will be smooth in those ruts. Usually it was a semi that made the ruts, so you are bouncing all over the place on your homeward commute.
It is a dirty, miserable time of the year until it gets warm enough, long enough for the slush to disappear down the storm sewers.
The slush is why many people in New York have a cheap, rusty winter car to sacrifice to the salt, while their good car is in the garage awaiting the real Spring. They don’t change tires, they change cars.
