This morning, as I was out for a drive in New England's "monster snow storm", I got thinking about how sex is sort of like winter driving. Maybe I'm crazy from having spent too long in the frozen north, but:

1. When driving in the snow, your car, body and mind all become one. In good sex, the partners merge their bodies. (The mind goes out the window until after sex ....)
2. Exact technique can't be explained, you just learn to trust your body do it
3. If you spin out, you just get back on the road and keep going
4. You get hyperfocused and tune everything else out
5. When you get to the destination, you sometimes have no idea how you got there or how long it took.

It beats the hell out of taking a Greyhound bus in the snow, that's for sure.