Just to add a side note to this story. I grew up in Kansas City MO. Spent 8 years stationed in Anchorage AK, 4 years in Mt. Home, ID. I have shoveled my share of snow. I love the snow, and always wanted to move back to a place with four seasons. Somewhere in my AF career, I met a woman in Jacksonville, FL and married her. We were stationed at Moody AFB (Valdosta) GA. I said when I retire I am moving back to MO to be close to family and four seasons. Well my kids in school, then one thing after another, I kind of grew roots here in the South, but I kept saying one day, I am moving back.
Then my daughter got a full ride scholarship at Ft. Scott, KS. I thought this maybe the sign to get me back, and plus she was only 60 miles from my family. Well three years ago over Thanksgiving we went back to my home town, I was going to look for work, and show my wife how great the mid USA could be. My daughter had a game in the middle of Iowa. So we drove 1000 from warm South GA, to Lee's Summit MO, dropped a dog and the youngest daughter off at my brothers house and took off to Iowa. Well it is 28, it had been snowing and there is light snow coming down, the light is rapidly fading and we are traveling across wide open farm land. My wife says "lets gas up now so we wont have to on our way home." I get out of the car, the wind is a steady 10+ miles an hour. I am dressed in boats, long-johns on legs and upper body, t-shirt, flannel shirt, coat, gloves and hat. Ten gallons couldn't go in that fuel efficient car fast enough, in that short time outside, I froze my ass off. When done I hopped into the car and told my wife to take my happy frozen ass home, she said back to your brothers house, I said hell no, back to South GA where it happens to be 75 degrees when this is happening.
I say all this for this reason, keep your white stuff up there, I will not be up to help shovel, I will be down here in the south, riding year around. I only have one request, shut the door! and keep the cold air up there too. It has gotten cool down here . It went from 80s to 40s in one day.
By the way, I am still looking for a big house to turn into a motorcycle bread and breakfast, (of course I am looking for the money for this first) so my Northern motorcycle brothers and sisters can come down and get a break from the cold and do some riding in the winter months.