You have to go faster to get on top of the snow. Like a speedboat. Especially in a rear wheel drive vehicle. I recommend the Dodge Viper

(/jk, in case it wasn’t obvious)

All jokes aside, there’s a vast difference between driving slower in inclement weather and doing 10 mph in a 40, as the top commenter suggested. Now, was my original comment a bit of a shitpost? A little tongue-in-cheek? Sure!

At the end of the day, we just want to get home safe. But if conditions are bad enough to be doing 1/4 of the speed limit just to be safe? Stay home. People that drive that too slow in the snow are just as dangerous as those that drive too fast. And it’s not just ability, but equipment as well

Yo Squid, this is TIL, not No context comics

(Just kidding, keep posting you legend)

Small town America man. I 100% agree with you BTW. When my oldest brother was born my parents had been married two years, and were 20 years old. TWENTY. Fortunately my siblings and I were taught to think before committing. We all married, at the earliest, in our mid-twenties. No one had kids until late twenties/early thirties. My wife and I are child free for medical reasons, but that let’s us be the aunt/uncle that can help out without being completely brain-drained from parenting 24/7

Rural Midwest America is wild. It is depressing how many people think it’s normal to start a family at 17/18, never leave their hometown (of less than 5000), and never try to add to their knowledge of the world. (17 is being generous btw)

Don’t get me wrong. There are some lovely people from the country. There’s also a lot of willful ignorance

To be clear, i was referencing “milestones” that are foisted on us by our society and upbringing. Personal goals are fantastic.

Also, if you’ll allow an old man to ramble, goals are those things we can accomplish without the permission of a specific person. For example, getting job in your chosen field is a goal. Getting a job at Google is a hope or dream. Buying a house is a goal. Buying that house is a dream. Sex can be transactional (goal), but is healthiest (imo) when it is the natural extension of a close friendship that becomes a relationship.

Anyway, don’t lose hope. You sound like you’re in a good spot as far as Maslow’s hierarchy of needs goes. Life is indeed a journey, as cliché as it sounds. We’ve all been dealt certain hands, and some of us can trade some cards out. Others are stuck with what they have in hand. A lot of satisfaction in life comes from our perspective and attitude. My last bit of old man advice is this: before you begin feeling down on your situation in life take a positive inventory. If you haven’t already, start each day by writing ten positive things in your life. Or five. Or one. But do it. Add to the list daily. When the dark days come, review the list.

I didn’t know you, but I love you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some clouds to yell at

I think most people have certain expectations of where they will be in life at a certain age. Milestones. Some are kind of baked in to society. In the US, you’ll graduate high school (secondary school) around 18. You can legally drink and, increasingly, smoke pot at 21. You’ll graduate from college/University around 22-24. Some cultures of origin have you married by 20, with kids by 22. You should be a grandparent by 45. If you don’t own a house by 30 you’ve failed at life. And on. And on. And on, ad nauseum.

We put these obligations and pressure on ourselves and we don’t need to. Be told, you can let go of these pressures. Society, family, and culture expectations are not mandatory.

You’re 24. You’ve got time and even if you never have sex there just so much to life. I recently buried an elderly friend. She lived to 92, died a virgin, and her only regret was not traveling more. Sure she was probably Ace, but it just shows there’s more than the milestones we put on ourselves.

Have peace OP. Don’t compare yourself to others, you didn’t know their secrets, only their outside self

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I’m not out there tailgating people and passing, but I’m sure as hell wishing they’d piss off back home and let those that know how to drive get where they’re going

I don’t care what you think, and I’ll die on this ditch.

HILL! This… damnit

So you’re the dickweed out on the roads doing 10 mph in the snow.

Stay home

Some of us know how to drive in the snow

(Slow on ice is acceptable, but if it’s an ice storm, stay home anyway. No reason to wind up in a ditch because you wanted Twinkies)

Dude, he wasn’t playing an Indian! He clearly says that his ancestors are from Pittsburgh

(is /s necessary here? Eh, I’ll put it in anyway)

/s

‘Was there anything else on the dinner menu?’

‘Vole-au-vents and Cream of Rat,’ said Gimlet. ‘All hygienically prepared.’

‘How do you mean, “hygienically prepared”?’ said Carrot.

‘The chef is under strict orders to wash his hands afterwards.’

The assembled dwarfs nodded. This was certainly pretty hygienic. You didn’t want people going around with ratty hands.

• Feet of Clay by Terry Pratchett

I learned to read a tape measure, covert fractions to decimal, practical application of the Pythagorean theorem, and quite a bit about the application of dimensions and measurement in three dimensional space.

I didn’t think it’s bad for a kid to have a job, provided the hours are limited, do not interfere with schooling, and are integrated into school curriculum. Parents also have a duty to monitor the employer, and the employer should view the teenager as a trainee who might make the company money as an adult, not a source of direct profit.

So, you know, a fantasy

This is gross negligence by the boss, and it’s very very common in smaller construction companies and crews. Allowing a minor to operate heavy machinery is dumb illegal to start with, but the kid learned unsafe behavior from his coworkers, who likely never had any proper safety training themselves. Garbage in, garbage out. (Walk behind trenchers are shite anyway, pay the extra $50 to rent a ride-on trencher)

There is a place for teenagers on a construction site, but it’s not in high risk areas or work. So much can be learned about work ethic, practical skills, and the challenging realities of construction without risking life and limb.

I grew up in a construction household. My dad was a small time contractor. Custom homes, spec builds, one at a time, bank financed, that sort of thing. I go into that detail to say we weren’t rich, not even middle-class until I was almost graduated from high school (secondary school). Also this isn’t an endorsement for how I was raised, just my lived experience.

I learned to run a skid-steer at 13. I was cutting lumber for the framers by the time I was 15. In many ways the skills I learned as a child set me up for success as an adult. But I also learned so many unsafe practices and endangered myself from a young age because of that casual familiarly with dangerous work and locations. The entirety of my twenties was spent unlearning bad habits and practices. I’m still working at it now.

The only time teenagers should be working on construction sites is if the company has a very strong safety culture, which means they won’t put kids in high risk situations. Parents should absolutely be checking these things before allowing their kids to work

Can confirm, am depressed

Sometimes I’m scrolling and my thumb gets lazy and goes sideways and I upvote or downvote things unintentionally.

It’s the only explanation that makes sense

Look on a bag of Doritos.

Do you see a list of ingredients and nutritional value? That’s because they are regulated by the FDA

Sweet! Imma make Mr Bones Wild Ride

Redo the meme? Like, in GIMP?

Every society needs a cry like that, but only in a very few do they come out with the complete, unvarnished version, which is “Remember-The-Atrocity-Committed-Against-Us-Last-Time-That-Will-Excuse-The-Atrocity-That-We’re-About-To-Commit-Today! And So On! Hurrah!

• Thief of Time, Terry Pratchett

Right? I feel like Child with Crayon should be between fanfic writer and 50 Shades