Left Amarillo around 10 pm and decided to make tracks. The aforementioned storm had already begun to hit and 87 out of town was UGLY. Pitch black and a near white out of snow. I drove down the middle of the two lane highway with the traffic line running down under the middle of my car. Vowed to stay at the first motel I found and get the hell off the road. (everybody else had seemed wise enough to do just that) So, in the little town of Dumas Texas, I found a cheap motel room and settled in. The next morning, I headed off for Denver, and got to deal with the aftermath of the storm which was a single lane highway out of Dumas. After sliding around passing a truck, and then seeing this overturned one, I decided not to rely too much on my AWD and instead just took it easy.
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