Funnily enough I've been driving in the snow a lot for the last few days.
The other day I drove from my home to Liverpool in a wildly inappropriate Mercedes sports saloon on every type of snow-covered road you can imagine and I didn't dent it once.
I've driven it to work and back a few times on snowy rural roads and I can navigate my housing estate, which is so frozen over it makes an ice rink look grippy and tactile, without ploughing into a single pedestrian.
Yet still during just about every adventure out on the skiddy stuff I've seen cars that have left the road and crashed.
On my Liverpool trip I lost count of the number of accidents I saw at just about every turn.
It's not easy driving in snow or ice without crashing into a field, but it's not impossible. It just takes time, concentration and careful judgement.
Something fewer and fewer people seem to indulge in on today's roads. In any weather.
If you have to go out in your car in the snow and, as long as you've got time to crawl along for the whole journey you might as well, it's very easy to stay safe on icy roads.
The accidents happen because people are driving as if it was any other day.
They get complacent with all the bells and whistles and safety systems on their car and feel invincible.
The big problem I have with this though is that when they crash they might crash into me. Or, even worse, my mother, my brother or my wife.
All the afore-mentioned loved ones are perfectly competent drivers but everyone else is rubbish at it and crash continuously when it's a bit frosty.
That's why I hate this time of year. Not because it's cold, dark and miserable, but because I'm constantly worried that some idiot in a BMW X5 will run out of talent and grip at the wrong moment and squash my other half.
Bring on the spring, I say. But just let me have 10 minutes in an empty car park with the Mercedes first...