Exactly, James. I was born, brought up, and learned to drive in Michigan. I spent several years in South Dakota and Great Falls, Montana. I also spent a couple years in Beausejour, Manitoba. Finally, I lived in Colorado Springs for decades. I remember one trip home from Denver, hanging in directly behind a snowplow, and another trip where the guy in front of me slowed down on an icy hill. I cruised on by him because I couldn't help him. He wasn't gonna make it up that hill once he slowed and stalled his climb. I also remember another trip from Great Falls to Colorado Springs in a blizzard. When it came time to turn off the freeway in Colorado Springs there was so much wet snow packed under the fenders it was all I could do to get the car to turn off.