FF FTW

As you may know, my little corner of Mid-Atlantia has received a light shellacking of wintry coatings, and it is times like these (and only at times like these) that I do not miss my 944. When things get slick in the metropolitan region, there is quite often a lot of tension and frustration on the roads. It still requires a degree of focus to which I don't normally dedicate to driving, but compared to the absolute, diamond-tipped precision with which I used to have pay attention just to keep my old scrape from sliding and spinning, it's like being on a fucking vacation.