Steering in and out of snow trouble

I sprint over to the driver’s seat, my heart pounding with excitement. My mind screams, “I will finally drive in the snow!” The car I will be driving is sporty, chic, and fun. It is red, the interior is covered in a tan leather, and is of course all-wheel drive. I jump into the seat, and feel the suede ceiling, touch the leather steering wheel, push the ignition button, and shift into gear. I feel around and find the flappy paddles, and I floor the accelerator. I listen to the engine reach a couple of thousand RPMs and then, I shift. The feeling is jerky, and my body is forced forward, then back. I continue however, and keep my foot planted. Then, second gear, then third, then fourth. I have reached the speed limit, and suddenly my fun is over. Then, a red light. A beacon of hope. I stop, push a button down, for at least 10 seconds, and a little racing flag appears in the British-made dash. My heart skips a beat, as the light turns green. I again, floor the accelerator. My heart stops, and the car leaps to 40. Then, I am at the speed limit again.
As I drive, my head sways from side to side. I check my mirrors, front and side. Then, over my shoulder and put on my blinkers. I shift up, and accelerate to pass the car to my right. I change lanes. I then look, and there is my exit. I gently move the steering wheel over to the right and glide into the lane. I go down the service road which is covered in snow. My heart leaps with excitement, as I start to slide from left to right as I made my turn. I grip the steering wheel and steer left then right, then left, then right, then left until the car is straight.
As I am driving, the car feels so light, and the ground so slippery. I forget how powerful the engine is as I merge onto the highway. I feel the car slip, then recover. Over, and over again this occurs until I straighten myself out and continue on slowly. I realize that driving in the snow, is not a game--it is challenging. As I begin to correct myself, I drift off of the highway and head home.
I reach a traffic light and see a woman, possibly in her 50s, stuck in the snow. She is driving an old, underpowered, and front-wheel drive, Mitsubishi Lancer. The car looks awful, like it should have been thrown away. I look around, and no one is there. I jump out of the car and head over to help. She, is trying to dig herself out with a shovel, which is broken. I jump out of the car and help her dig, then try to push her out, we fail. She thanks me, and I leave while she waits for AAA.
I continue on my way home, and reach another light. A car skids, then corrects itself. I laugh when I see the panic in the man’s face when he loses control of his car. He doesn’t realize that all it takes is patience, and steering into the skid. I sit and watch, he regains control and continues on his way home, the same route as me. As I drive, I keep a safe distance. I realize he is not a good driver and drive slowly behind him, with a couple of cars lengths ahead. I drive down Muttontown Eastwoods Road, and reach my street. I turn, and then lose control. I skid and steer, and just before I hit the snow bank, regain control. I continue up the road, and turn into my street. I reach my house, and go inside. I can finally relax.