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Winter along the Front Range is rarely a steady season. It lulls you with a bright afternoon, then the temperature drops twenty degrees by dinner and a light dusting turns to polished ice. On I-25, I have watched traffic moving at a comfortable 60 suddenly lock up as a shadowed overpass reveals a long stretch of black ice. In those moments, split-second choices and prior preparation decide who walks away and who ends up waiting for a tow with a damaged bumper and a sore nec