When I was 17 years old, my father urged me to join him one morning to practice driving in the snow. When we arrived at the local parking lot turned open expanse of fresh powder, he asked me to take the wheel and get a feel for the car. I drove cautiously, stopping and accelerating at low speeds. My dad chuckled as I gripped the handle tightly at 10 and 2 and worked to gain control of the 1974 Volare station wagon.