On Mother’s Day of 2012, I got into an accident and my car was totaled. I had left my Mom’s house and drove home on a road I’d used hundreds of times. As I approached an intersection, an old Chevy Pickup pulled out in front of me. My little Mazda Protege didn’t stand a chance. One thing about that car that I miss the most is that it was good in the snow. On several occasions I deliberately took it …