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And as most men can attest, a beautiful woman and some good music can sometimes override your common sense.

So I figured that that snow coming four hours earlier that it was going to break until that sudden whiteout suddenly happened.

To anyone who's never experienced a sudden whiteout, the best description that I can give is, you know the show Star Trek?

When the Enterprise shifts from warp speed back down to normal speed and the crew find themselves in another part of the galaxy.

That's what it was like.

It felt as if that car had been picked up in Ohio and dropped smack dead in Alaska.

The contrast was so extreme that for the first five minutes, I was driving in shock, just staring at the whiteness around me.

When I finally regained my bearings, I turned to the weather station and my worst fear was confirmed.

There was a massive sudden whiteout over northern Ohio and northern Indiana that had already taken five lives.

I immediately looked at the gas tank.

All I had was an Ava tank of gas.

So now I'm in a dilemma.

I could pull over and probably freeze to death.

I could try to find an off ramp I might flip over in the snow and freeze to death.

Or I could keep driving until I run out of gas and freeze to death.

I chose to keep driving.

As I drove, I did what any spiritually based human would do when they find that self in this similar predicament.

I started talking to God.

But I wasn't praying, I was cussing his ass out.

Hey, I went on a 20-minute tirade, selfishly themed, why you always doing this type of shit to me?