I still remember the night that changed everything for me. I was driving through a brutal Michigan whiteout, the kind where the snow doesn't just fall: it attacks your windshield in horizontal sheets. As I navigated the familiar but now treacherous curves near Rochester Hills, I saw a flicker of movement. It wasn't a road sign or a taillight. It was a road worker, barely visible through the swirling frost, wearing a standard "high-visibility" vest that was doing almost nothin