When I was learning how to drive, there was a fairly big snowstorm. Not too bad, but enough that the road-clearing services were overwhelmed and school closed. It also happened to be the day that my dad was supposed to get his car back from the shop since he had brought it in for new something-or-others. He decides this is just the perfect time for me to learn how to drive in the snow, and we all set out into it. Going down the steep, windy road that leads from our home was actually not the issue: liberal use of brakes and the very lowest gear helped that. No, it was going back up that was the problem. It was steep and windy and covered in snow. So at the bottom of the >1 mile road you have to get up as much speed as you can handle and pray that it's enough momentum to carry you over the top of the hill. If you stop, there is no way to start again. You cannot slow down on the turns or you'll get stuck. And because there was snow everywhere, I was sliding and fishtailing all over the place. And then once you get over the crest of the hill, you immediately have to start braking so that you can make the turn onto my street (and not crash through the guard railing into my neighbor's yard). Fortunately, it's a very wide road and there was no one out (sensible people). I survived without destroying anything, but I was basically going AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA all the way. Needless to say, I'm glad to say I've never had to do that again -_-
