Icy
My car seems to think 37 degrees calls for the ICY alert to pop up on my dash at 7am on a chilly January morning.
I’ve seen icy and 37 degrees does not mean ice.
I am more comfortable driving my car in a white out while not wearing any glasses or contacts – as opposed to driving in California in the rain with all those crazy Angelinos. It’s like their bodies turn to rubber and they can’t keep a steady foot on the pedal or their hands on the wheel. They are ALL OVER THE PLACE!
I am such a defensive driver on the driest of days that when it starts to sprinkle, I turn into a very easily offended person behind the wheel. Because, in reality, everyone’s out to get me, right?! Especially in the rain…
