Yep, but the morons are the ones who have to go somewhere- anywhere, just to show everybody that they can I guess. I was going north on 77 a few years ago (ok, time to say "oh no, not another one of his stupid stories!") between Ripley an Parkersburg. It was snowing hard and there was already several inches on the road, not a plow truck had been seen. I was motoring along nicely I thought, probably running about 50 mph, keeping up enough speed to get up the hills with no problem. But I was going too slow for the boy in the red Camaro behind me, so he passed and went on out of sight, until I saw him standing outside his car about a mile up the road. He had run off the road and nailed the guardrail nose first, and was just standing there looking. No, I did not stop, never even slowed down. I went on to the truckstop at Mineral Wells, waited a couple hours and went on my way, it had stopped snowing and everything was fine by then. And then there was the time I was headed east on rt.224, just west of Lodi,Ohio. I was empty, been running in snow and freezing rain since I left Fremont. I watched 3 cars in a row come down a hill and spin out at the bottom. But each one watched the others do it before they started down, like they thought "they didn't make it,but i'm sure I can." One spun out in front of me on my side, and I eased between them and the guard rail and went on up the hill. And that's the scariest part, people panic and hit the brakes in front of you and start sliding, completely out of control. You need to stay off the brakes and off the throttle on an icy bridge, hold it straight, and keep enough forward momentum to get across if possible. Almost learned that the hard way, going up rt.23 in Ohio one night. Freezing rain again, and the bridges were slick. I crossed the river before you get to Upper Sandusky and had to accelerate a little to get across and the instant I did the back end slid over to the shoulder, fortunately at the same time I was off the bridge.