Until today, I would have said that the most scared I’ve ever been driving was trying to do a hill start on a mountain in France with a 45 degree gradient. It freaked me out big time.
Today, however, I got to drive home in very heavy snow along backroads from Trim to the M3 and it was frightening. It was dark. When it’s dark you’ve two options, dips – which doesn’t show you very much of the road ahead – or full headlights which reflect straught back off the snow that’s teeming down in front of you. The best you can hope for is that there’s a car in front of you because their rear lights are enough to light the snow from behind and reduce the reflection.
When that car is not there, even if it is only for 10 kilometres it is not nice.
I hated it.