Had one down here on this end of the state. The glaze ice was slicker than owl poop and all sorts of vehicles were spun out in ditches, fields, yards, etc. They were everywhere but on the roads, and the more drive wheels they had the further through the fences they got. The local radio station was warning everyone off the roads and to forget going to work. Walking on it was like trying to walk on a greased board, any sudden move and you'd do an a**plant quicker n' lightning.

An old family friend, Mary drove her old Dodge Volare to town and back, round trip of 30 miles. One of the family asked her what she thought about the slick road conditions. She said she hadn't really noticed anything was wrong until she was headed back home and saw a 4 wheel drive truck spin out ahead of her, head through a three strand barbwire fence and end up doing a 360 out in the cow pasture and she decided she needed to stop and see if they were ok. She gently pulled over, stopped, did her duty and then drove off home. Quite the pioneer woman.