Let’s talk for a second about exactly what happened down here, instead of just looking at pictures of abandoned cars and assuming that Southerners fear snow the way Encino Man feared fire.
I can’t speak for Atlanta, although Conor Sen does a great job breaking down what happened there over at The Atlantic. But I can speak for what happened here in Birmingham, my home for the last three years and source of lots of pictures, like this one, that are confounding/amusing you on Twitter this morning:
At least you guys see some snow every five years or so San Francisco never sees any snow. We’re kinda famous for it, actually. And you know what else we’re famous for:
That’s right. Great, huge, high hills all over the place. Now imagine all that pretty scenery covered with an inch of ice, or three or four inches of packed snow.
Never happen unless the whole Fallen Angels scenario comes to pass, but I fantasize about it all the time.
And if it does happen, I’ll be right there laughing my ass off. Does that make me an asshole? Maybe. But I don’t care.
Here’s a video. Imagine that street covered with ice:
BTW, SF bike messengers really are a breed apart. No, I don’t have a hope in hell of ever making that hill. I know, I’ve tried it. Didn’t even make it a quarter of the way before pulling over to have a heart attack.