Tourists can kiss my a**...
...if they didn't pay my paycheck. Driving to Sunriver this morning was as dangerous as it's ever been. Just because you have a big ol' expensive SUV doesn't mean you can drive 80mph on a skating rink. If you didn't know, Bend and Sunriver got a good chunk of snow and ice over night. Not only did I get passed on the parkway by some Californian going 60 (when everybody else was going about 30, because it was a sheet of ice out there), but I nearly plowed into one who didn't bother to look both ways and just ran right through the stop sign. After I swerved to avoid him, he just kind of politely waved a finger at me as if to say "Thanks for letting me out, you nice young man!" Butthead. He had skis on his roof, so he was undoubtedly headed up to Mt. Bachelor to join the rest of his tourist cronies. That's fine. Stay up there, just don't bother me when I'm trying to drive, you idiots.
My thoughts to anybody wishing to visit Central Oregon: Come, spend your money, and go home.