I've had very little experience with snow driving, apart from a few days with the "pretend snow falls" they had in Southampton UK back in '71, a similar period in Ireland, & one occasion in Victoria.
1971/72 weather was a bit strange in the UK----I drove all over the place in Scotland over the Christmas/New Year period, but although it was "cold as a "witch's tit", it didn't snow.
The Scots had their act together, though -------driving along one night, I was confronted by what looked like a "small block of flats" all lit up on the side of the road.
Getting close, I realised that it was just a bit smaller than that, & was, in fact, the biggest snowplough I had ever seen.
The operator had cooking facilities & I could see him comfortably making his evening meal.
If there was a blockage of the highway from snow, he was there, ready to roll.
There was a bit of snow in Ireland, but nothing spectacular.
What they did have was "black ice" !
Interesting performing several unintended "doughnuts" in a Mini hire car!
My very first introduction to snow was a few years earlier, in Victoria.
1968 was another strange year ----- we had an earthquake about 160 km away from Perth, & a bout of cold weather, just before I headed off to the "Eastern States", towing a caravan (house trailer).
All went well, & I was driving through Victoria, when I saw a sign saying "To Mount Buller".
"Great" thought I, thinking it would end up with a wide observation area at the base of the mountain, where I could turn my rig around.
My mistake became obvious, as the road narrowed, & started to wind up Mt Buller.
OK so far, but I started to notice cars coming the other way, with snow on their bonnets (hoods).
In Australia? In November?, but sure enough, as we continued the snow started to appear on the side of the road.
My Mum was in the car, & she was thrilled, never having seen snow before, so implored me to get her some.
"OK Mum", so pulling over in a rare straight stretch, I slipped "thongs" (flip flops) onto my bare feet & went to get her a sample.
That's when I realised mushy, slushy, semi-melted snow was very, very, cold on unprotected feet!
We kept on, onwards & upwards, with the snow layer other than on the road becoming thicker, & getting incredulous stares from approaching "snow savvy" drivers, when they spotted a car & caravan where no such thing should be.
By this time, I was a bit worried, as the road was getting narrower still, but eventually, we reached a
"Chain fitting station", where I was finally able to turn the unwieldy rig around, still the cinosure of incredulous stares.