Snow on the rooftop?

You'd think I could film a disaster movie just because we got four inches of snow!

Every new snowfall I am continually dismayed and amused at the number of drivers who just can't figure out that something has changed. Or worse yet, they suspect something has changed but can't seem to adapt to it.

This morning I watched a driver travel through a level intersection from a standing start. It was a front-wheel drive car, normally an advantage in slippery conditions. Her (oops, did I say that out loud?) front tires were spinning madly as she inched forward at something just shy of walking speed. She didn't seem terribly stressed about the car's lack of response to her urging, as I imagined her gas pedal was into the floor. Give it enough power, and she would eventually get where she wanted to go.

Now I don't have a degree in rocket science, but I have figured out that sometimes you can go faster by slowing down. If a runner tries to compete in a marathon by sprinting all the way, he or she will likely not even make it halfway to the finish line. You save the sprint for the end of the race unless it's a very short race.

Most things in life are not a very short race. Most of us have long-term goals. You live longer by eating fewer junk foods and drinking less alcohol. Moderation is not something to be ashamed of; it's a template for success.

This morning I was able to drive around Blue Springs - and around less adaptive drivers - by using a more moderate touch on the gas pedal. Maybe it's just because I'm getting older.

I intend to keep it that way.