First winter I lived up in Flagstaff, I got run off the road and rolled my 4wd pickup down a ravine. The other driver was drunk and hit a patch of ice. We only know because he hit a pole about 1/4 mile up the road. Never stopped when I went off. I would have been OK too if I hadn't swerved so violently that the rear end came around and I couldn't recover it in the wet. I hit the rear view mirror and split my forehead open in the roll, but aside from some other bumps and bruises, I was OK. My poor truck was a taco salad though.Up here in ICE country, boys and girls, driving the limit is a matter of life and death. It gets to be a habit.
I do way better now in snow and ice, but I will never forget that crash and how it could have ended up with me dead instead of getting stitches.
Learn how to drive in all conditions, kids. The life you save may be in one of your passenger seats.
