"meself, why were you going 60 mph on ice?"

Good question, and I'm not-so-glad you brought it up. However, the specific time in question, I was the passenger - but it could as easily have been me driving. Sometimes you just aren't aware how icy the road is until you touch the brakes. Sometimes you set out on a warm late-winter/early-spring afternoon and four hours later and a couple of hundred miles further north, you don't realize how much the road conditions have changed. But experience can be a good teacher - if you survive experience.

I had a few close calls with moose and icy roads over my years in the north, but through good luck and, I like to think, a measure of cool-headedness - never slammed the brakes or jerked the steering wheel - no humans or animals were injured.