The road next to the house is hilly, and the slope gets steeper the higher you go, so when it snows, it becomes a wailing hill where cars cannot go over it within a few minutes. Today too, within a few tens of minutes, one by one, the cars stopped going up the hill, and as the G-Wagen advanced to the beginning of the hill, I told myself, “Don’t come, don’t come,” but it zigzagged between the stopped cars and drove all the way to the very end of the hill.
63With a loud exhaust sound, perhaps from a female rat. It was kinda cool ㄷㄷ
