I drove it through the grapvine

Well at least I hope to this morning. While as a So-Cal native I have an irrational fear of snow, I still have a rational fear of death since I'll be making the trek back to Berkeley in a 1990 Toyota Corolla with TWO separate cracks in the windshield (don't worry folks, the larger one is on the passenger side) and a wheel-base of about 16 mm (measured from plastic hubcap to plastic hubcap). So the car ought to go through those icy turns like a hot knife through butter. But if you don't hear from me anytime soon, assume that I have taken up a life of solitude in Gorman, CA trying to mimic the greatness of La Bomba (with respect to skiing that is).