(Another Strange But True Snow Related Incident...) So our flight back from Tampa to Rhode Island the other night lands safely, and its snowing hard. (Surprise, surprise) We grab the bags, get in the car and start driving home. I'm in the middle lane on Rt. 95 going about 45MPH. The high speed lane is a mess. All snowy and icy, I wouldn't dare use it. But this is New England. There are daredevils and maniacs on the roads. And sure enough, not 10 minutes after leaving the airport, here comes a tiny pickup flying up from behind in that icy lane. As the truck flies by I glance over and see three huge guys wedged into the front seat, laughing and having a blast. Had to be going 70 mph. On the snow and ice. Before I can even get the thought "these guys are going to..." from my brain to my lips, they start fishtailing. They lose complete control, do a 360 and slide off to the left of the high speed lane. I slow down as I pass and