I'm just back from one of the more nerve-wracking drives I've been on.
In fairness though, it was my own fault, and I really should have stayed put at my sister's house. In my defence (a) I honestly didn't think it would be as bad on the city roads and (b) however bad it was going to be, after tonights (probable) freezing temperatures, it was going to be twice as bad tomorrow - and I really didn't want to get stranded out there.
Note to self, stick to public transport in bad weather, when it's somebody else's problem that the tyres on the vehicle aren't gripping the road strongly enough to allow you to move off up a hill, and when it's down to somebody else to put on the brakes at the right time and try to avoid overcompensating on the steering wheel when you hit a patch of ice.
With hindsight (which is always 20/20), the smart thing to do would have been to have turned around and driven home on New Years Eve when it started to snow on the way to my sister's place. Again, in my defence by the time I realized that it could be snowing enough to be a problem, there wasn't really a good spot to make the turn, and by the time I got to a safe place where I could have gone back, I was more than halfway to my destination. Ah well, thanks be I got back in one piece, and all I can say is "never again"