It's possible I've posted this tale before; if so, I apologize. This took place at least 35 years ago, when AWD and FWD were rare.
To get to my job, I used a very winding two-lane road that took me from my low-lying home up over a pretty good hill. I worked evenings, which meant my driving during rush hour.
It doesn't snow that often in Portland, and back then, people who knew how to drive in it were thin on the ground. It had been snowing for a while that day, and there was packed snow going up that hill. There were lines of cars on the side of the road, not moving much at all. My VW bug had the the rear engine so I had good traction. I passed them doing a careful 15-20 mph. Since they were hugging the side, I could stay in my lane.
But a couple of Special Snowflakes in 4WD vehicles decided to show off, and blast by all those cars at about 45, driving in the oncoming lane.
As I drove that road every night, I knew there was a light just over the top of the hill. Even on dry roads, I slowed down before the crest, in case it was red. I did the same thing that night too, because I knew that even at 15 mph, on the packed snow I wouldn't be able to stop for the light. Sure enough, it was red, and I had plenty of time to stop.
Not so the blazers (pun intended). They had tried to stop - and there was one in the ditch to my right, and another in the ditch to my left.
I guess they learned the hard way that, while 4WD lets you go faster on slippery surfaces, it doesn't let you stop any faster than any other car can!