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The street outside my house is like a non-zamboni-ed ice rink.
The street is blinding in the daytime, because of the ice. And it's not flat ice, either; it's pitted and rutted from the cars passing over, blackened with the rocks and dirt that's been ground into it. Unfreezing in the mornings and refreezings in the night create ponds--and mini rinks--all over the place. Driving over that place is a nightmare.
The street is blinding in the daytime, because of the ice. And it's not flat ice, either; it's pitted and rutted from the cars passing over, blackened with the rocks and dirt that's been ground into it. Unfreezing in the mornings and refreezings in the night create ponds--and mini rinks--all over the place. Driving over that place is a nightmare.