It sure didn't look pretty at about 3 yesterday when I was trying to get over the Fore River bridge with visability down to 20 feet and the winds gustin' to about 35 mph.
The ride back from Quincy Point to North Scituate; an eleven mile, 30 minute trip took an hour and a half. At least by then you could see where you were going.
There was one hill in N. Weymouth on 3-A where the only way the cars could get up over the grade was to use the herd of teenagers standing on the curb, ready to push if there was a need. And there WAS a need.
Glad we don't get weather patterns like that every day.
CJC