“The Illinois Tollway has activated its fleet of 182 snowplows.”
I can’t get out of my head the mental image of heroic plow drivers in Star Wars style flight uniforms, striding out to the hangar with their helmets tucked under their arms. A hum rises from a hundred and eighty two engines turning over in sync, and the orchestral music swells into a fanfare as the fleet begins to sweep into the storm, devastating all snowdrifts in its path.
NA NA NA NAAAA NAAAAAAAA
NA NA NA NAAAAA NAAAAAAA
NA NA NA NAAAAA NAAAA
NAAAA NAAA NAAA NUUUUUUUUH
My dad used to drive one of those plows. I have no idea how glamorous it really was.