... It Might Be Black Ice.

If your 200# Saint Bernard straps on ice skates before heading out the door in the morning… it might be black ice.

If you find yourself in an unexpected, but welcome, embrace with the tree alongside your front walk… it might be black ice.

If your neighbors Christmas lights reflect beautifully off their front lawn… it might be black ice.

If your windshield wipers have become one with the windshield… it might be black ice.

If the all-wheel drive Subaru you are following into town (as you drive your death-trap-of-a-rear-wheel-drive-pick-up) starts to fishtail and spin… it might be black ice.

If you pass a snow-plow that has slid into the ditch… it might be black ice.

If you find yourself wishing you had a rosary to clutch… it might be black ice.

If you arrive at work to find that you are physically incapable of releasing your grip on the steering wheel… it might be black ice.

If the most expeditious and safest way to get from your car to the office includes crawling on your hands and knees… it might be black ice.

If you are a half hour late and your arms are too exhausted to lift the flask you keep in the bottom drawer of your desk… it might be black ice.