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I decided after a year and a half in Northern Virginia that I would never live north of the Mason-Dixon line. Ever. I might live in Korea, or Nepal, or in some other frozen wasteland, but I'll kick my own self in the nuts sooner than set roots in some godforsaken damnYankee territory again. At least I don't have to listen to the Koreans or Nepalese bitching about how they miss their delis or hoagies or pizzas or some other damn thing they do better up north.

And every time I see someone here posting about how Southerners can't drive in snow, I laugh, because that's 100% horse manure.

See, if you live in the South and you're from anywhere but Florida, you'll see and drive in snow. And the worst kind of snow, slush and patch ice. And they don't salt the roads all over the place in the south, so you're gonna deal with it until the sun's melted it all.

And if you're from Florida--as I am--you've hydroplaned every summer all your life, and hydroplaning is just like driving in snow. If you think otherwise, try driving fast in the rain. Not only can native Floridians do that easily, at the same time, they can avoid old damnYankees who are driving slow in the fast lane with their hazard lights on and bitching to their wives about how "it nevah rained like dis in Noo Yawk!"

When I lived in Northern Virginia, the 'blizzard of the century' hit. I could tell who was from parts north by looking at the driving, not the license plate. More wheel-spinning and backside sliding than Barney Frank. I went by laughing, knowing that the chances of a damnYankee stopping for me were almost as small as the chances they'd go back north again after their "Southern" sojourn. More damnYankee bureaucrats in DC and Northern Virginia than there are rats in the sewers. But to say that might be a tad redundant.