I think it would be a poor economic decision, on the part of Southern cities, to keep sufficient supply of salt trucks and snow plows available – that’s gas, tires, wear and tear/repairs, and people to operate them. There has to be a plan with regard to how you go about clearing roads. Up North, they’ve been doing this forever, plans are in place, etc. But municipal budgets are tight as it is, so why would a city go further into debt to prepare for a weather event that might only happen every 20-30 years or so?
In comparison, Hurricane Sandy was a Cat. 1 storm – something that most coastal Southerners wouldn’t even get out of bed for. Yet it devastated the Eastern Seaboard because in New Jersey, they are not accustomed to getting that type of storm, that strongly, very often. It doesn’t happen often enough to justify the gear and equipment needed to carry out the emergency plan.
Now, with this particular situation, add in the other factors that people have already mentioned here: inexperienced drivers, closing decisions being made too late, forecasts not entirely accurate (we thought there would be a light dusting, not 2-3 inches), and you have a perfect recipe for what happened this week.
True story and possibly pointless anecdote:
Back in the mid-90s, I was living in South Carolina and had to drive to Ohio in February for some corporate training. I knew there was a winter storm coming – I had tuned into the weather reports. It sounded like the Carolinas were going to get 2-4 inches of snow. All I had to do, I knew, was make it far enough north where they have snowplows and salt trucks and I knew I’d be good to go.
I didn’t make it.
I made it to just about 30 minutes south of the NC-VA border. By then, I was driving in ice ruts, hearing the snow and ice scrape on the bottom of my car as I drove – I was on I-77. Visibility was very poor and my windshield kept icing up. So I got off the road, found a crappy hotel and holed up to wait until the roads were clear. I-77 was closed about an hour later, from NC up through WVA.
I was stuck there for three days.
When I-77 finally opened back up and I managed to get back out on the road, it was still pretty damn treacherous until I crossed the WVA border. Suddenly, the roads were clear and salted and dry and I was able to mash down on the gas and make some time. I would have thought that, even in the Smokey Mountains, they would be prepared to deal with snow and ice, but nope. It’s not cost-effective if you only have to trot that stuff out once a generation or so.