Reminds me of a day just before Chrstmas, must have been 1987 I think.
I was at work, in Oxford, and lived 20 miles away. Around 10am it started snowing, heavily, and within an hour, it had covered the ground well.
Colleagues were panicking, and most were heading home, to avoid getting stuck at work. From the 4th floor, the view to the car park and driveway was hilarious, as several hundrred people all tried to leave, in snow, at the same time. The incompetence was widespread.
Having a Morris Marina automatic at the time, joining the fray was not a desirable option. I figured that this situation would be repeated all across Oxford, and the ring road would be chaos. Gritters/ploughs would be out, but caught in the melee, but there would be a lull later, when most had gone, roads would be clearer, ploughs had done their best, and I'd be able to slip home more easily. My worst fear in snow is other drivers.
My boss was quite concerned, urging me to go. I resisted.
By lunchtime, the office block was almost empty. The canteen was desperate to sell a large amount of prepared food, so a good hot dinner was had. At around the same time, midday, the snow stopped. By 1pm, the sun had appeared. The thaw was quite rapid and noticeable.
I left the office at 5pm, to almost dry roads, hardly a trace of snow anywhere, and the clearest free run home ever.
The Marina auto was actually not too bad in snow. It was replaced in early '88 by a Fiat 131 Mirafiori, 1600ohv auto. Similar size, weight, power, but on 165 tyres instead of the Marina's 155. Snow stopped it, every time. The wider tyres reduced the pressure on the road. At tickover, they'd just turn gently on the snow. A sack of spuds in the boot helped al lot. Never did eat the spuds.