With three weeks on my new all seasons I dominated yesterday. Drove through a brutal storm downstate, cars were in the ditch all over the place.
At one point I was following a pickup/plow (he wasn't plowing) for at least 10 miles on 87. All of a sudden he starts to fishtale, slams the steel barrier on skiers right, slides all the way across the road and slams the guardrail on the other side and bounces back into the middle.
Then, inexplicably, he drives for about a mile, just tooling along. Then he throws on his flashers, drives another mile, and then pulls over. I probably should have stopped to see if he was ok, but I was kind of wigged out too, and kept driving.
"You just need to go at that shit wide open, hang on, and own it." —Camp