Worst supermarket trip ever!
I reported on our rain/snow storm earlier today. I finally went shopping this afternoon so we'd have something resembling dinner to eat tonight. Although I'm used to Minnesota winters after 13 years here, I was shocked at road conditions this afternoon. All of the five miles of surface streets I drove were still covered with ice. Normally, the local municipalities get out there very early in the morning to plow and salt the streets. Not today.
Of course, about 25% of the drivers I encountered were driving as though they were on dry pavement. I had a guy in an SUV pass me on a major road at about 60 MPH in a 45 MPH zone. I was doing about 15, since the street was slick as snot. Every time I came to a stop light, I worried that someone was going to wait too long to brake and rear end my car. Fortunately, traffic was light, and I managed to hit most signals on a green light.
At one intersection, there were two left turn lanes. I noticed that one of them was darker than the other, so chose that lane. There was a red light. When the left turn signal went green, I eased out and made the turn. Meanwhile, the car in the turn lane next to me could not get any traction and was spinning the drive wheels frantically, which only made the car slide in my direction.
Uff da! I got there, got my groceries and got home OK, but what a crummy drive it was. I never even lost traction, but I sure saw a lot of cars sliding. Here's my rule for driving on icy roads:
Start stopping before you start driving.
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seriously, SLOW DOWN. that's all it takes to get to your destination. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN. 
coming over the I-5 "Grapevine" freeway into LA from the Central Valley in California. Imagine this freeway through the mountains -- only in the dusk and snowing and the freeway newly covered with a blanket of snow so that all lanes and verge lines are invisible, with hundreds of vehicles of all sizes somewhere on it driving at every possible speed from crawl to 60.
And you know almost none have snow tires, much less chains, and that many are almost as clueless as you about driving in these conditions (Southern California), and some apparently a lot more stupid.
When I got to the next exit I spent a good 45 minutes calming my jitters over coffee before climbing back on and getting to the business of going home.
a sun squall on I 275 in St Petersburg Florida. It was hard to see due to the rising sun. 
I could use a couple of other body secretions to convey my description even better and more graphically, but they would have been more indelicate and less childish. 