Hey Bon, if I lived up there, I would be among the last to drive in that.

However, now that you mentioned it, I've got something to say about my experience driving in the snow when I was in Denver in December 1992:

On US-285 heading back to the ranch after seeing my aunt who was in a hospice, I am driving about 35 miles under the speed limit as it was snowing. People told me not to brake the car as it would skid.

Anyway, I have about six cars behind me, and I didn't care what they think of this guy in the lead. Finally, I turn off US-285 and make a right onto Jefferson Cty. highway 73, where in another four miles I would finally arrive at the ranch. There were no cars behind me.

When I got inside the ranch house, I plopped down on the bed, and said a loud prayer of "Thanks, God, for getting me back here safely."

The next day, it was sunny and the road crews poured salt onto the roads. When I told my aunt about my driving and the people behind me, she said, "Oh, those crazy people."