There is a light at the end of the tunnel for sure, and I believe I am starting to see a faint, glow. I have not only the Camaro in my garage (referred to as the Holiest of Holies, sacred sanctuary, where no one dares to venture into except myself, as my gf refers it to) but also a Solstice Coupe that sit, and wait.
After 3 days of rain here, which was supposed to be a blizzard instead, most of the salt on the roads was washed away. An hour later, I found myself in the Camaro cruising at 90 on the NYS Thruway. Cabin fever is the leading cause of momentary insanity, but it sure felt good!