Get off the road (or, Out of the sky)

I love the first few days of cold and snow and slickness because people forget how to drive. It's basically bumper cars in Winnipeg for about a week until everybody learns to slow the fuck down, and apparantly us on the ground aren't the only ones. A cargo plane crash landed on some railroad tracks in the city yesterday not far from Brett's apartment.

This isn't the first time this has happened either. Two years ago a plane ran out of fuel and crashed on a busy road, barely missing a gas station. Maybe Winnipeg is on top of some kind of inner-continental Bermuda Triangle.