You and I have both been in this position before on the roads. It's the one where the snow has started the melt and sits - as slush - between our tyres and mother earth.
First thing we do? Grip the wheel harder, shut our eyes and say a silent one to the big fella above.
Robert Kubica, a man who a few years ago wouldn't take a slick anywhere near snow, had other ideas. He was motoring along the D116, just outside Orpierre, south-west of Gap, when he found himself in just that position.