I arrived in Nebraska in January of 2005 in the middle of a blizzard. I had spent 16 harrowing hours behind the wheel trying to keep the car on the road and out of harm’s way. I was driving a new, fully loaded Camry and while it handled well enough, there were times when I thought I was going to join other cars that slid off the road into the bar ditch on one side the embankment. I had just arrived from New Mexico where this weather simply doesn’t occur unless you are in the mountains.
