So I am driving in northern Wisconsin minding my own business on a hot August afternoon. Guzzling Klarbrunn sparkling waters one after the other (raspberry's my favorite), I soon found myself in need of a rest stop.

And there it was. Parked in plain sight right across from me. My ultimate arch nemesis. No lie! The Lex Luther to my Superman. Someone in a Ford Ranger with the following license (vanity) plate: IH8SNOW.

Do you get that? I know it's a bit tricky, but come on... I hate snow. Who puts I hate snow on their license plate? I hate snow? I staggered backwards aghast and dumbstruck.

Who could this non-frozen fiend be? A spokesperson for Keep Death Valley Hot and Dry? Someone whose mom dressed them up in so many clothes in winter that they nearly suffocated? Or the proverbial student who lost an eye during a school yard snowball fight? I could only imagine a series of worsening characters all with the undeniable platform of hating what I love the most, snow.

And me without my Snoopy snow cone machine. Man, talk about bad timing. I felt like batman without his utility belt, wonder woman (bear with me here) without her magic lasso. What is a snow loving polar explorer to do at a time like this? My mind reeled.

I won't get into the gory details what happened next, but let's just say there's someone from Michigan who hates snow just a little less than before. Chalk one up for all that is good and pure in the world.

And just one final message to any of you other snow haters who may be out there. My name is Eric Larsen and I love snow. My training is now complete. I will use water in its solid state to fight your evil ways. Does that scare you? Good, it should. We will meet soon.