I've been reading of Nikki Weed's adventures with la-di-da driving---she calls it the Blue Mist---in which she counts on the song of her tires to remind her that's she's pushin' it a bit. In the rain, of course, they don't sing, so she---well, you can read it in the Roundel Weekly on Tuesday. Anyway, I myself had an advent tour the other day on cold Bridgestone RE-11s---pretty well worn RE-11s, come to think of it. Basically, there's a two-lane left at T---that is, both lanes go left. We're always cautious here, because half of these mullets don't realize there's another car next to them, or that both lanes turn. In this case, however, I did what I rarely do: accelerate when the light turns yellow. (Hey, this signal takes a week and a half.) So I hit the intersection in the inside lane in third gear---no problem, just a little more abrupt steering input to stay in my lane, and--- Good thing there was nobody in the right-hand lane! Yes, the understeer on cold, hard, worn tires carried me in a smooth arc right out of my lane and into the next one! What the---?! There's a reason that certain tires are not recommended when it's cold---in this case, somewhere in the fifties. The lesson is clear: If it's cold enough that I'm wearing a jacket, I'd better not assume the gumballs are going to stick. At least not before I've warmed them up for more than two blocks.