My speed limit at work for the whole three days I was there was 45 at best when conditions permit. Some jerk off in a Mercedes came up behind me blaring his horn, came around me, blurted expletives, and proceeded to haul ass down the interstate. Not two minutes later, I passed him as he hit a patch of ice, spun out, and tagged a wall. I lol'd for a minute as I passed him and went about my business. People in Atlanta are always in a hurry. Snow and ice doesn't stop them.