Smoky darkness blanketing the narrow road provided perfect conditions to hide our adventure from prying eyes. The trees lining both sides stood like soldiers promising me a false sense of security. I felt the engine growl, and my palms wound themselves tighter around the wheel. I glanced down as the orange needle crept past 60, 70, 80. My foot eased the pedal down, gently at first, then with a little more force. My best friend, Dan, whooped in the passenger seat, egging me on.
With every major storm, there is some sort of emergency to alert the masses. With winter storm Q, it was just the same. Why the hysteria for a storm that has been known about for days or even over a week? We heard the severe intensity of the storm, how massive it was going to be, what supplies were needed. It was like we never experienced a storm before. Some might have bought into the hype a little too much, preparing to be snowed in and running to the store and stocking up on survival supplies.