Oh what a tragedy! I lived in Minneapolis for 2 years. I advocated alternatively abandoning the place to the Eskimos or coal fired SUVs for all when I lived there. It gets so bitterly freaking cold for so long those of you who never had the “pleasure” of experiencing it cannot imagine it.
I’m talking flattening your tires cold. Busting your ass walking down the sidewalk because of the ice...in late April. My little rear wheel drive sports car couldn’t make it up even a mild incline to get into my subdivision even with a running start. The snow that falls in December doesn’t melt until May sometimes. There are 3 week stretches when it never gets above zero. No, not freezing. ZERO! If there’s anything Minnesota could use, it is more heat.
“There are 3 week stretches when it never gets above zero. No, not freezing. ZERO!”
One of the first loads I pulled across the north in winter was an eye opener.
I parked for the night at a rest area. Before going to bed I checked the thermometer which read 27° outside. I woke up five hours later and the thermometer read -21°. Twenty one degrees BELOW zero. A 48° drop in five hours. Eye opening to this Virginian.
When I got on the road the next morning the highway seemed fine. I topped a slight rise, at the top my 75,000 pounds got loose as a goose! I recovered and got slowed down.
I learned a hard frost up north was worse than ice back home.