Another winter day in Buffalo

[Shaqdeez]

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[NY_Rob]

Please don't send that down state! My Jeep would love it, but our other three vehicles wouldn't.

Go Bills!!!

 

[COdogman]

I complain about our CO winters, which are nothing compared to yours. You guys are hardcore up there....

 

[Shaqdeez]

2-3 feet of snow is the norm these winters. The R1S with the right winter tire set up is just plain old fun.

 

[sherold]

Time for standstill donuts!

 

[NY_Rob]

My bro in-law lives up there within the area of lake effect snow, it pretty much snows every day where he lives.

 

[iansriv]

2-3 feet of snow is the norm these winters. The R1S with the right winter tire set up is just plain old fun.

I've been watching the news wondering how a R1 would fair in that. Now I know.

 

[Paul Hackett]

2-3 feet of snow is the norm these winters. The R1S with the right winter tire set up is just plain old fun.

My Dad grew up in Batavia, between Rochester and Buffalo. I remember many trips up to see my Gramps in the winter. One occasion the snow was up to the "eaves". What tire are you running on the R1S in the winter. I have the 2025 tri-motor and put Nokian Hakka's on it for the winter snows we have here in the foothills of the Co front range.

 

[Cycliste]

@Shaqdeez, do you shovel a driveway, or does it have a system to melt snow?

 

[usulio]

2-3 feet of snow is the norm these winters. The R1S with the right winter tire set up is just plain old fun.

What's your winter tire of choice?

 

[Laserboy1054]

And you went with "Glacier White"! My friend, you do you, but way to lose your vehicle in the landscape!

 

[MountainBikeDude]

I don't think you understand how jealous this makes me.

 

[mkg3]

Burrrr. I had to go grab a sweater just to read this thread this far down after seeing those images....

 

[Shaqdeez]

What's your winter tire of choice?

Nokian Haka R5

 

[cgm9999]

Grew up in Buffalo, live in CO now; don't miss it for a sec (well, the pizza and wings, Ted's, and Birch Beer I do).

But, due to the brutal winters, Buffalo endowed me with superpowers most mere mortals lack:

1. Years of standing at the school bus stop during conditions that any other location would classify as a “state of emergency” have advanced a lamarckian change to my biology. As a result, I now function seamlessly in temperatures that would render others immobile. I’m that weirdo you see shoveling snow in shorts and a T-shirt at 40°F and unlike the typical Buffalonian, my frame hasn't even been fortified with layer after insulating layer of beef on weck and Sahlen's Hot Dogs. I don't even like the cold, it just has no effect on me;
2. I have a keen sense traction - both on foot and wheel - in slippery winter conditions. I can and do ride my Kawasaki ZX-14R all winter, for example. After navigating thousands of unique winter scenarios in the Niagara region, I can now predict the slipperiness of any surface with impeccable accuracy with a simple ocular scan of the marching surface, interpreting the tactical sensation of wind chill and humidity on my skin, listening to the timber and quality of the snow as I walk on it to determine its moisture content, and deducing how much ice lurks almost undetectably below the snow based on how many freeze/thaw cycles the surface has experienced since snowfall. As a result, I'm as sure-footed as a mountain goat on snow. This has allowed me to take life-saving evasive maneuvers countless times around the sea of clueless Texan flotsam that now pollute our Colorado roadways;
3. My posterior chain is highly developed from years of wet snow-shoveling, allowing me to clear a typical four-car driveway with a standard snow shovel in the span of time that neighbors take to free their snowblowers from the cluttered corners of their garages. Buffalo snow is soaking wet and feels heavier per volume than lead. The "freezer dust" we get out west is wispy in comparison and may as well be dandelion seeds.

I don't wish the experience of growing up in Buffalo on anyone. In exchange for never needing to wear a jacket in a movie theater or be mistaken for a yeti during a snow storm, I have been scarred irreparably.

Despite loud and sustained protests from loved ones, I don tasteless 30 year old red, white and blue Zubas most Sundays in an offering to the football gods that the spirits of Levy, Kelly, Thomas, Smith and Reed will lead the Bills to another Super Bowl. Apparently, the spirits are unimpressed.

I have a mild addiction to blue cheese dressing which has resulted in rage swatting many a plate of wings off a restaurant table in pure disgust if they've been incorrectly served with ranch dressing.

Sightings of colors other than gray in the winter is highly distressing to me. Grass, dry, clear roads, blue skies and mall parking lots without towers of dirty gray snow during winter months still cause me great disorientation and confusion. A therapeutic sip of Aunt Rosie's Loganberry drink is usually enough to bring me back down. I've since learned that winter is a season that can be enjoyed outdoors in many places outside of the Great Lakes. I'm still working hard on that one.

I take it day by day, day by day...

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