First Impressions

That's the underbelly of the dual-ly. Ten inches of clearance -- twelve inches of snow. Danged thing can't get out of it's own way in the snow. Naturally, the Town plow had pushed up a bank of two feet at the road, so SWMBO couldn't get out to go to work. Our plow guy didn't come by until evening, of course. Beggars can't be choosers ... I could always offer myself up to the Heart Attack Gods and try to shovel out the sixty or so feet of driveway.