At this time of year, the earth is still warm and the snow often melts almost as soon as it falls.
The fear on the roads is not ice but the biggest scourge of the Western New York driver: salt. We cross our fingers that the over-eager snowplough drivers won't start revving up and pouring salt on the roads, the stuff that turns our cars into rust buckets in just a few years.
No one around here drives a fancy car, even if they can afford it, at least not in winter. Hubby is currently restoring his beloved 1960s Volvo 1800 sportscar. It's a few miles down the Interstate, having spanking new red leather upholstery put in. We have to move it to its winter quarters before the salting starts and we're gambling on tomorrow. Despite it being election day, the forecast is sunny. For now.