Funny Answer: Just how it drives in the sun… you put the key in the ignition and drive it just like you would any other day of the week.
(Pause for reaction.)
I hope you enjoyed my bold attempt at humor.
Real Answer: Pretty darn alright.
Set the scene: It’s a Tuesday morning in winter. In Duluth. And it actually feels wintry, after a weirdly late start to the season peppered with days in the– get this– FIFTIES! Well, close enough to the fifties to make the whole city seriously wonder what sick sort of joke Mother Nature was playing on us, and what she had up her sleeve. Well, it’s nearly the end of January (holy warp-speed 2012, Batman!) and we’ve yet to have a substantial snowfall.
We have had *some* snow. A couple afternoons of whimsical swirly whirly light-as-a-feather snowfall… accompanied by such strong winds more snow was blowing up than falling down, as a matter of fact.
And as it happens, I’ve rarely had to drive in any of it. By the time the work day came to an end and I headed to the parking deck to heat up Doña Farfalle the Fiat 500, most of the snow had turned to slush. I drove carefully to avoid skidding and possible black ice, but this was no Black-Diamond-Ski-Mountain-Trail type deal. Far from it.
In fact, I think the most substantial snowfall we’ve had this season took place this past Tuesday, which is where our scene is set.
I packed my bag, grabbed my lunch, petted my cat, and headed for the door.
Hold on a sec – did I ever tell you I have a cat?
Well now, this calls for a proper introduction.
Reader / fellow passenger, meet Maymi. Maymi, meet reader / fellow passenger.
She’s pretty much the best ever. Roommate for two years (this week! Happy Anniversary, Maymerz!), all-around cuddle maniac and purring machine. Anyway, sorry for the tangent. I just really like showing people pictures of my cat.
So! Off I clopped, down the stairs and out into the parking lot. And look, on the porch, behold, what’s this? A fresh sheet of white powder! Unfortunately, I did not think to look out my window while considering that day’s attire, so I was not dressed for snowy weather. Not at all. (Skirt + heeled boots = no bueno.)
Thankfully, despite the snow, the temperature was quite agreeable. Twenty-two degrees, Doña? I’ll take it.
So now, onto the drive. How did I fare?
Not bad! The road leading down from the parking lot is a little steep, and it most certainly was still covered in snow. I took care when heading down to the main street so as not to slip and slide. Doña’s tires (I do NOT have snow tires, by the way!) held firm as I eased off the brake and headed down the hill.
Thankfully again, the main roads were pretty well cleared off, most likely due to the heat from passing cars – I guess when it comes down to it there just wasn’t a lot of snow to begin with
So, in summation: the Fiat 500 handles well in what little snow Duluth has seen this winter, and the most dangerous thing about my morning commute that day was my poor choice of shoes.
The end. Until we get more snow *Knock on wood*
Ciao for now!