Colorado's front range was the recipient of what the weather forecasters called, a Cyclone Bomb. It was fairly messy. It paled in comparison to past blizzards, in terms of inches, but driving to work in the whiteout conditions was quite an adventure. Is that traffic light green or red? If it's red, will I be able to stop in time, since I can't see it clearly until I'm right there. The automatic sliding door at work shorted out from all the snow that blew into the works. Staff members were being Ubered to and from work at company cost. Driving home was fun too. I was tailgated by a sand truck for three miles. Made me wonder if there's some truth to the Transformers movies. Maybe the sand trucks are Decepticons. I'll have to take a closer look at the markings next time.
