No Traction, No Action.(Tire failure.)(Column)

Byline: rich Ceppos The street in front of our house goes up a hill. Well, in southeastern Michigan we call this innocuous incline a hill, but in parts of the country where they really have hills, its gentle pitch wouldn't bear talking about. The neighborhood joggers are not deterred at all. And the skateboard kids don't waste time on it. But it snowed a few inches last night, and that changed everything. It's why I and the car I am supposedly in control of are sitting 90 degrees to the intended direction of travel, getting a windshield full of my neighbor's snow-covered front ...