The car made a soft muffled sound as the brakes engaged; it veered to the left in a curved path towards the snow covered hard shoulder. He moved the wheel quickly to the right, and then to the left just as quickly, to stop the car hitting the vehicle on the middle lane. He could see red brake lights glowing ahead as the car in front, that had suddenly braked, stopped. A queue had built up. He looked left and right. The hard shoulder was white with inches of snow; with the traffic stationery, the motorway driving lanes were turning white as well…