You get hit with a foot of heavy snow. And to think 3 days ago all the snow was gone, it was 16° C and warm enough to go out in shorts.
It was so bad that you could hardly tell what was road and what was snow. My commute home today took 45 mins (usually 15). And naturally, snow tires or not, a rear-wheel drive car isn't going to be the best thing to drive in the snow.
Despite that, Claudia did me proud. True, traction was a bitch, but she went where I wanted her to, and safely too. I counted at least 6 cars that weren't that lucky. Though many people must have found it amusing to see a tiny car covered under 2 inches of snow (I just cleaned the snow off the windshields).
We should have known this was coming; Phil the Groundhog predicted another 6 weeks of winter. Interesting superstition/tradition. February 2nd, the day that the Groundhog comes out of his hole after a long winter sleep to look for his shadow.
If he sees it, he regards it as an omen of six more weeks of bad weather and returns to his hole. If the day is cloudy and, hence, shadowless, he takes it as a sign of spring and stays above ground.
Apparently he saw his shadow this year. Damn groundhog.