Yeah Pascal, it's still 2 lanes. I'm glad both our stories had a happy ending. Fred, Pascal once lived a mile down the road from where I live now. Thamks for stopping by, guys. Whoa! Have I always had captcha codes?

Winter 69-70, Eastbound I94, some where east of Belleville. In those days it was two lanes each way until you get closer to Detroit. (Is it still?) It started snowing before I left home. The interstate's road surface was clear due to the traffic. I came up behind an 18 wheeler in the passing lane and forced to follow a bit slower than I liked. And then came the transition from 2 to 3 lanes. There was snow on the new pasing lane, but it looked to be less than an inch thick. So I started passing the truck. Halfway past the truck my car starts to skid a bit, in the rear, towards the right. Towards the truck. Oh-oh! So I naturally try to steer in the direction of the skid. Unfortunately this is taking me closer to the truck. And I can feel the wobbliness in the rear -- this car had a very big engine with rear wheel posi-traction (THANK GOD!) drive but virtually no weight in the rear. So it kept wanting to wiggle to the left as I jostled ever so gently my steering to the right. I think I retain a great deal of gratitude for that truck driver, because I'm certain he slowed his speed. Good thing too. No sooner did I clear his front end then my steering to the right caused the car to really start skidding rear-left. So I corrected again, and it started skidding right, but more violently. One more correction, and she broke loose in the rear, and started ham-boning across 3 lanes of traffic. (All traffic behind me had apparently STOPPED -- Thanks to God AGAIN!) I came to rest on the right shoulder guard rail with only a slight dent in the rear trunk lid as the consequence for my stupidity. I kept that dent in the trunk up to the day the car was retired. I've not thought of that incident in years until this morning. Wet snow, even a fraction of an inch deep, will build up on wheel wells FAST.

Amen. Sounds like one of those times when you just know that it's out of your hands, and, afterward, that you were so very fortunate that He (and sometimes, I think, his angels) was there.