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We know who to blame the snow on

It was my fault.

Anyone who was unpleasantly surprised Friday morning to see a bunch of wet snow blanketing the city can blame me.

On Thursday’s Post to Post sports talk show on CFIS, I had Kyle Rowell from Hart Ski Hill in the studio as a guest to talk about how he was looking forward to snow so they could get things up and running.

Well, I delivered for him.

Admittedly, the snow didn’t stick around very long (at least in the city) so I don’t think any skiers got any work in on the slopes, but it did serve as a reminder that we are heading into that season again in Prince George.

I didn’t get a chance to drive around much Friday morning, but if it was anything like similar days in the past, the local tire shops probably had people lined up down the block trying to get their winter tires put on.

I always got a kick out of it, because I never had studded tires, so I didn’t mind getting my winter tires on early, and avoid the rush.

There was one year, though.

I was working in High Prairie, Alberta, as was my sister. At Christmas, we both had some time off, so we headed back to Prince George.

We took my car and I took the wheel. We were driving late into the evening and it was snowing. We started counting tire tracks going off the road and gave up after a half-dozen.

I took it slow and easy, as I usually do, and we got home with no problem.

Christmas Day came and went, and on Boxing Day, Dad asked me how my car was doing in the winter.

“No problems,” I said. “It got us here with no worries.”

He decided to go out with me and take a look at it anyway, just in case I had missed something that could be a problem later.

He looked at the car, then squatted down and took a good look at the tires. He turned to me.

“You realize you’ve still got your summer tires on?”

My sister was less than happy to learn we had driven through that storm on summer tires. My protests that we had made it with no problem while so many other cars had wound up in the ditch fell on deaf ears.

That’s the main reason I used to make sure I got my tires changed before winter came. I didn’t want to hear from her again.

Then a couple of years ago, I decided since I wasn’t driving on the highways much anymore, I would just get tires I could leave on all year.

One less thing to worry about, and at my age, one less thing to have to remember.

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