Never ever ever again will I drive from mom's to dad's in ice!
It was a nightmare. I slid 7-8 times. In LOW gear. (I drive an automatic Pontiac G5. Not exactly a winter weather vehicle.) By the time I reached Highway 53, I was ready to cry. Thankfully the highway was clear. Dad called it a learning experience. I just called it a bad experience.
Nonetheless, I picked up my sister and went to dad's. I was depressed to see barely an inch of snow was left at dad's, while up at momma's still had 4-5 inches of snow. Still, we went to a little hill next to the house and were surprised to see that it was pretty stinkin slick! The girls had a blast!