At Fifteen Below in Rural America
It’s all part of the fun.
At 15 below, a couple things happen. One, when you start your car, it makes the unearthly sound of metal parts that hate each other being forced to act in concert. Two, your deflated tires make for a rough ride. Third, everyone everywhere talks gleefully about how much colder it is “up on the hill” at their house, a oneupmanship of the tuffie variety.
No idea why we live this far north. Well, as one friend puts it, “Keeps the @##$0*%s at bay.” By that, she means those who dislike being inconvenienced. I think.
Any way you slice it: tuff!
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