october in new england; where there are still leaves on the trees (albeit a lovely shade of traffic cone), flip flops on my feet, and no snow on the ground. however, the remedial class on "winter" has already begun, for she who grew up in the land of "sand and camels". in addition to winter tyres, chains on tyres, and all wheel (or rear wheel?) drive (why don't you just suck it up and get a subaru like everyone else), residents of the northeast supplement their ice scrapers and shovels with snow blowers. this makes sense to me, an industrial sized leaf blower (i visualize princess vespa's hairdryer from 'spaceballs'), to melt ice and blow snow from your windscreen- genius!
[with much undisguised mirth]: "no, no, no. 'snow blower', like 'lawn mower', you push it".
i anticipate further ridicule when it is time to explore the profound and esoteric domain of thermal underwear.