I've owned my current car for eight years. Let me tell you, drive one vehicle for the better part of a decade, and you get pretty good at it. From mundane tasks like parallel parking to pushing the envelope in the twisties, I know where my car's limits are.
There's one feature I'd never really liked, however, because I'd never really had a chance to play with it: Traction control. The traction control system on the Bimmer works by cutting power (via retarding the spark and/or cutting fuel delivery) when it senses rear wheel slip under acceleration. When it does this, an orange light comes on in the middle of the IP. For the whole time I've owned the car, the only time I really had to deal with this was in the rain, coming away from intersections. As the orange light would come on, I'd back out of the throttle, causing a sickening bogging down of the engine. I got to where I unconsciously drove in a fashion to keep the traction control from kicking in.
The other day, after it started snowing, I was taking a back route home from the grocery store which led me to an intersection where five little suburban side streets came together. Looking out over about a quarter acre of asphalt covered in an inch or so of virgin snow with no parked cars or other obstacles to hit, short of the distant curbs, I suddenly thought to myself "Let's see what this traction control is really all about."
I did a very nearly dragstrip launch from the stop sign, winding the motor up to almost three grand and sidestepping the clutch. On dry pavement, with the traction control turned off, this is the recipe for a smoky burnout. With the traction control turned on, and fighting my natural instinct to back off the gas when the orange light blinked on, the car just rolled forward smoothly across the snow-covered intersection with only the slightest hint of fishtailing from the 40-series Falken steamrollers in the rear. When I came to the next stop sign, I was giggling like a loon and did it again... Same result.
Robby The Robot may not be much at playing chess or writing sonnets, but he's got the whole "getting the power to the pavement" thing figured right the heck out.