For about 8 years I drove a 1968 rear wheel drive sedan up and down the single lane haul road to a small Oz resort called Guthega. I carried 5 instructors up and back, mostly the “import” crew and the friendliest female rookies. The car had a potato sack of sand in the boot (trunk) and $40 “farmers trailer” winter treads on the rear wheels (no studs). The road was always plowed last so at 7:00am it was mostly packed snow with a few inches of new stuff on the top and no downhill traffic. Now this drive was all gear changes and momentum to keep the flow going and avoid the perils of defensive braking. Anyway one day after negotiating the high speed straight by the old Snowy Mountains airstrip leading into the downhill switchback, across the single lane bridge and up around the 45 degree left hand bend where one had to carry all the momentum they could or it was stop for snow chains time (and we never did), a very small voice from the backseat was heard to break the silence between Talking Heads tracks. The voice said.
“you drive like you ski”
Nicest thing anyone ever said to me.