Nobody said anything about the 'light' snow bringing gale force winds and invisible icy patches along for the ride.
I don't drive all that well on ice.
So right now, the car is parked at a gas station about sixty odd miles away because something in the engine is rubbing against something else and we only had one headlight left to boot.
Mum thinks Dad's going to kill her, then me, then her again, then me again. I'm betting on the reverse order.