I love my truck. It is hard to tell from this photo but I “waded” through the thigh-high snow, man handled the driver’s door open, cleaned off  some of the windshied using an old broom that I keep in the truck for such occasions, and then simply drove out of the space. The mean green machine!

 I haven’t had to dig out of snow since I got it in 06. I would never have dreamed of driving through the piled up snow except once one of my neighbors borrowed my shovel (which I keep in the truck for such occasions) and then started to shovel me out and said – hey you could just drive out. Changed my life!

With this truck, I actually love to drive in the snow. I feel amazingly in control and formidable. I don’t drive recklessly. But I’m not afraid. It is a wonderful feeling that I wish I felt more often in my life under other circumstances. It is a very powerful experience.