are you allowed to call it "black ice" when it exists, or am I being racist?
Just don't call it thug ice.
Hit a long, felt like a mile, patch of black ice about 60 going across Wyoming one night. Being clear ice you don't see it in the lights until you're on it. The Interstate was clear and dry all the way up to it. Fortunately the road went straight and so did the car until it (gradually) slowed down to a safe speed.
Hint to southerners. Squashing the pedals or jerking the wheel breaks traction and gets you into a skid. Plan ahead so you can react slowly, like start to slow down gradually way before you normally would at that icy intersection.
The key elements in human thinking are not numbers but labels of fuzzy sets. -- L. Zadeh
