Y’know...come folks are afraid to drive in the rain...
Eye needs my i’s eggsamined.
More like terror-stricken.
In California, when water falls from the sky -- in ANY form -- pandemoneum reigns supreme.
A dusting of snow over Donner Pass -- I'm talking 1/2 inch, here -- and the CHP is out telling everyone, "Chain up OR YOU'RE GONNA DIE!!
A moderate shower during the morning commute? Multiply your usual travel time by the sum of 1.5 and the rate of rainfall in inches per hour, as you merge with the shuddering herd of bug-eyed, white-knuckled victims.
If the metro areas in California got half the rain Seattle gets, the whole State would be entirely paralyzed. The only cars on the road would be piloted by out-of-state transplants and truckers passing through. Nothing else would move, as the natives cowered indoors.
The best thing to ever happen to me, in this regard, was going to college in Idaho, and being forced to drive on snow, packed snow, black ice, slush -- all manner of naturally induced, traction-inhibiting conditions. A stiff downpour is NOTHING compared to driving in near-blizzard conditions on 100 miles of interstate paved with black ice.
Sadly, though, few native Californians have been forced to negotiate those kinds of conditions, so a little rain shower truly represents an imposing Bogey Man, and they venture out only with extreme timidity, as visions of crumpled fenders, and deployed airbags dance in their headsm, and jeer at them taunting, "You're dead meat! You're toast! This is it for you! Hope your life insurance is paid up!! NYA-nya-nya-nya-nyaaa-nya!!! BWAAAhhahahahahaha!!!"