A writer for one of the papers in the region recently published this:
Jack Knox wrote:Gosh, winter in January, couldn't have seen that coming. It never snows in Victoria, except when it does, every year. Apparently Victorians were blindsided by the forecast: when I drove by a tire shop Saturday, it looked like the panicked mob scene outside the U.S. Embassy just before the fall of Saigon in 1975.
But that's OK. It just means we on the coast are fulfilling our purpose in life: to provide comic relief for the real Canada, the one with the block heater cords, square tires and sheets of cardboard shoved between the radiator and the grille of the car. It's not a lot of fun enduring the frozen misery that is January in Violated Livestock, Saskatchewan, so watching Victorians go into earthquake/tsunami/Armageddon mode at the first wintry dusting helps relieve the gloom.
LOLOLOL! We've only got about 4 inches now, and the entire city has gone into lockdown. Last night there was some ice on the roads, and there were about 100 slow-velocity crashes due to the fact that we pigheadedly drive about with bald racing tires all year and also have no clue how to drive in the snow. Everyone I know is taking a snow day off from work, and all the schools are closed.
Here's a couple of pictures outside the house this morning. I'm sure you folks in the midwest will laugh as well.
(also, we like to pretend we are Little London so we have double decker buses.)