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More (not all, definitely not all) of us, over a certain age, are used to snowy weather. I remember going to school in the middle of a snowstorm when we already were passing 2 foot drifts, and for those of us in Kansas City now but grew up in small farming communities like I did, we're used to driving our crappy high schooler cars with bald tires on country roads that are essentially one big sheet of ice. Wasn't uncommon to take a sled out into the country and tie it behind a car and take turns riding it for a country mile. 
TlalocW
somebody might not be watching the weather or something 
For God's sake, don't be in Tulsa when it snows. All common sense gets thrown out the window. Once when we got maybe 6 inches, I waited until 11 to go into the office (worked from home) because I didn't trust Tulsa drivers. It was me and one other vehicle on a slick highway that hadn't been cleared yet. The other person tailgated me as if to say, "I'm scared and confused by all this cold, white powder. PLEASE (*whisper*) please... don't leave me alone."
TlalocW
I remember once, going home after working in the boondocks, pushing show with the headlights (the snow was up to the door handles). I kept myself center between the trees on both sides of the up hill, twisty road. I made it home too. I did not get stuck very often in that 1973 Quadratrac Jeep Wagoneer. That 360 V8 had the needed power.
