Right. I've made it to a friends house in Oslo. But just barely. All right, granted it's not ideal to drive 2 hours to Oslo while the snow is falling heavily, but in Norway you have to expect that sort of thing, so I went anyway. After about 45 mins, however, I almost became an integral and very permanent part of the backside of a trailer; it had it's taillights snowed down, so I didn't spot the breaklights, and this was in a 90 km/h zone. Thankfully I've done my share of powersliding on ice and snow, and could countersteer the slider I was involuntarily performing in 70km/h behind the very huge trailer. Hokay, I was definitely awake now, and paying close attention to any breaklights that might appear from here on in.
Oslo is not a city I'm familiar with, barring a few blocks downtown, so I borrowed my dad's GPS to save me from trying to find my way around by explanation and through pure luck. But the little lady living inside the GPS was in a rather funny mood, and decided to guide me about a mile from where I was supposed to be, into an area packed with houses, and full of narrow one-way streets, parked cars and old men shuffling snow. Oh, and these narrow streets were covered in 10 cm of snow, which my rear wheel driven car doesn't like. At all. Oh good. After some gentle persuasion (ie banging the GPS against the dashboard), I managed to change the mind of the lady living inside it, and she reluctantly agreed to direct me to the right location. If I had driven blindy after her directions, however, I would've driven down a one way blind street into a clump of bushes. When I finally parked my car I could swear I heard her sniggering from inside her little box. I hate her.
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