I grew up in upstate New York, right outside of Buffalo. I now live in central Virginia, full of nothing but people who can't drive so good even in good weather! Snow doesn't even have to stick before these idiots are in a blind panic. You know how there is a conversion factor to figure out how old a dog is in human years? Well, I figure the conversion figure for Southern snowfall is 1 inch equals about 1 foot of a good Northeast snowfall in terms of the amount of consternation it causes. Maybe even that is conservative.
To offer some degree of objectivity, I don't think the whole CommunistWealth of Virginia has the number of snowplows that just one upstate New York county has - it's just not financially feasible. At least your cars don't rust to the frame in five years! [;)]
Another time I'm following a line of cars down a 3 lane road at about 2 mph. No snow coming down, good light, some snow sticking to the roads, but no biggie. So, I pass the pokies at the next passing zone. Damn, a State Trooper in a DNR pickup truck (probably had chains, too) pulled my happy ass over and started yelling at me about how dangerous I was driving. I just looked at him and told him I grew up where it really snowed and I was well within my abilities. I thought he was going to have a fit of apoplexy. Fucker gave me a ticket for "improper passing"[pissed]. Guess he can't drive, either!
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