Yes indeedy. I recall my travell through hell. Up to my ankles in snow...while seated on my motorcycle, attempting to see through the flurry ahead of me, keep the bike from slidding off the road all the while wondering if I am still on the road.
Stopping and huddling next to the engine in a vain attempt to warm my fingers and toes at a rest stop, all the while being pelted with truly intellegent questions by other motorists, such as, "hey boy, duncha know it's snowin'?"
Gee, no, is that what all this white stuff is?
Or the truly classic, "aintcha cold?"
Stopping at a gas station, asking the attendant there what the fastest way down out of these mountains was, and getting a blank look and the question, "whut mountin's?"
April in Phx is sunny and 90 degrees, I was 18 years old. How the hell was I to know that its still snowing at 9k feet?
I still suffer phycosymatic shivering when I recall that trip.

Fiery Red