Soon, global warming will make all of this a distant memory. Or not.
In the meantime, cringe with me as a young driver discovers what not to do when your car encounters ice.
It’s a third of a mile long, rises 150 feet out of the water, began its life in the ocean eight or nine years ago.
It’s a monster alright.
And it looks like this:
Ya know, if I was going to have a secret evil hideout, I’d put it in the middle of this.