Might as well do the clock-intelligent thing and go clockwise. Right, off you go. You set out with a sense of purpose and a spring in your step, though the spring ends up being a little ironic as only minutes later a miniature, and very localized, winter storm brews ahead. It even starts to look like a snowfall is coming. An art car shaped like a large cabbage is cruising by and seems to be skirting around the edge of the budding blizzard. Convenient if you want to avoid the cold. Decision time: You decide to...