> > The thing about driving through snow is that you have to be one with it. You have to respect it, because the moment you stop respecting it, it kills you. But otherwise it's mind over matter. Be the snow. Be the car. Be the road. Then you can do your respecting without stressing, and navigating through snow banks becomes almost fun.
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> Wow. I LOVE hearing people say stuff like that.

You bought that crock? ;-) I gave that speech to Darleen as we were coming home from the restaurant and poofing through snow banks, and she said something like, "Ok. You're weird, Sam."

But in spite of the dramatically philosophical phrasing, I stand by all that, especially the "respect the snow" part, which is what I bet you keyed into. As long as you respect the fact that snow can make your car do very bad things if you treat it wrong, you should be ok. It was fun plowing through snow drifts and sliding around corners, but I was driving carefully. In any storm like this, naturally, there are lunatics that don't respect the precariousness of the snow on the road, and they drive too fast, and those are the folks that flashing blue lights attend by roadside ditches. One of the reasons going out in that mess was so much fun was because there weren't so many other drivers to look out for.

Ice, on the other hand, you can respect all you want, and it'll still kill you.