Driving home tonight was a little nerve-wracking. Cold, wet, misty, rainy, sleety. Perfect conditions for black ice.
For those of you from more temperate climes, black ice (and I'm resisting the urge to capitalize it) is the most slippery substance in the Universe. Even studded snow tires won't help you on black ice.
And, unfortunately, it looks exactly like wet pavement.
So you don't even know you're on it until your car starts to slither in directions you have no desire to go in. (Sorry. In which you have no desire to go. My 8th grade English teacher would have had me diagramming sentences for a month...)
My driving philosophy is to assume it's slippery until proven otherwise. This has kept me out of a lot of ditches.
Home safe and sound. If there was black ice out there tonight, I fooled it completely.