Moved to Atlanta from Ohio. Was a major ice storm one day. GF calls from work, can't get home. Drove around block to check road condition. Put chains on (which had never been removed from the trunk after moving south) mainly so that had brakes that worked (remember, Atlanta--no plows, no salt trucks, no sand, just bare glare ice until it gets enough old fashioned _dirt_ on it to have traction or decides to melt). Stopped at four-way stop sign at top of hill. Noted "bridge out" sign pointing to bridge at bottom of hill. Watched six cars slide through stop sign, down hill, and land in creek. Noted all drivers out and shouting at each other, decided didn't need my help, went on and picked up GF.