Lucky! I understood that on black ice, you run with the slide. I have never encountered it thank goodness because intuitively I think I would do what you did.It's gut instinct.

My cousin, a recovered alcoholic, and by then running a successful new business in Ireland, skidded on black ice and was killed. That was such a tragedy. He left behind a wife and four young daughters. I don't miss those climatic challenges.

Great drabble, Karen. brought home a memory,as you can see.