I remember down here in '92 or so, we had an ice storm. The paved street in front of our house had ice almost half an inch thick, but I had to go to town. I left early, and I basically idled the car all the way to town because I'd never driven on ice before. Once I got to town it was like Laurel and Hardy meets the Three Stooges. There were rednecks slipping and sliding all over the place. Apparently a lot of rednecks think that you are supposed to drive faster on a sheet of ice than you do a dry, asphalt street.