We’re talking about riding here. For somebody who doesn’t ride in the rain (and for THAT you’re welcome to call me a sissy), Seattle has bad weather for riding. There are more days of rain per year here than almost anywhere else, even if it really never rains that hard. That and you don’t see the sun from November to April. But in every other sense, Seattle’s weather is incredibly mild. Never too cold. Never too hot. Almost no snow. No hurricanes, tornadoes, or fire-breathing monsters. It’s all good.
And no, nobody knows how to drive in the snow. It’s both hilarious and terrifying. I can’t tell you how many people I saw in front-wheel drive compact cars trying to, say, take an exit on a downhill slope at 40mph, only to drift hopelessly into the concrete at road’s edge. Also, it seems the Seattle way to get unstuck from snow is to spin your drive wheels as fast as you possibly can until you run out of gas. Who knew?