I will admit that cowboys become indistinguishable from the cowgirls when we see snow in my little piece of Texas.
I was 16 the one time I tried busting a curfew because it was snowing and I’d built my Mustang to maximize acceleration. My father told me to check my balls. I was clueless. He directed me to grab’m and I told him my hands were freezing. So, he exclaimed that meant they were still attached and to get me black #$@ home. I kept trying and the result was having him meet me on the side of the hilly country roads I’d called from. I thought he was picking me up and bid farewell to my gf who had already made arrangements to put me up.
Well, he was waiting at the agreed upon parking lot. He did not let me get out of my car and explained that I built it so I better be able to drive it. It was clear my future driving privelidges were riding on me making the pass. Well, I learned most of what I know about managing limited traction on the trip home with pops following in his fwd accord. I made it home and I’ve never been stuck in ice or snow. I’ve actually done many, many rescues. Pops is a cool dude!