I haven't had my driving-on-black-ice lesson yet. Weather conditions have been spectacularly cold, but there hasn't been the right combination of temperature, precipitation and time off to open space for this particular learning experience—yet.
Everyone is happy to offer advice, though. They tell me to drive slowly, brake slowly and turn slowly, so as to avoid gliding into the intersection precisely when I mean to stop. They describe slow-motion accidents observed from this very location. Most of all, they deliver the paradoxical prescription that apparently is foundational to Ice Driving 101: Steer into it. "When your car starts to skid," they say, "you'll feel like braking or turning the wheel in the other direction, but don't do it! Just steer into the skid until you feel the car gripping the road again."
Surrender again? Remember in The Wizard of Oz, when the Wicked Witch of the West spelled out "Surrender Dorothy" using her broomstick as a skywriter? Maybe I'm projecting, but the surrender message seems pretty ubiquitous right now.