This will probably get me in trouble but, I must say, ICSCC Race Control and our club Stewards are much more on the ball in assesing track situations and calling for the proper flag conditions.
When I was Steward (I'm not, anymore) I trusted the radio. The people on the radio were more experienced than me, almost without exception. The people on the radio were also closer to the incident than I was, almost without exception. Their opinion and evaluation of the situation was all I needed to act. In fact, in more than one chief's meeting, I told control and chief of flags that they should assume control of the course and tell me about what happened an why, later.
It just made sense to give them this control. First, because of their experience. Next, because of their proximity to the situation. The time they would explain the situation to me is seconds that would be better used getting control of the track so that the pace car or whatever was needed could be delivered sooner than later.
Under yellows, slow the **** down, bottom line. Even in a bad rain, there's no reason to crash under yellow, at all, even if we might agree that the Stewards or the flags might have made a mistake.
Other stewards might have different opinions, and that's why we change stewards --so that one ideology doesn't saturate Conference. But I can't imagine they'll differ that much on what I've said here.
I've mentioned before that I drive while listening to a scanner. I know what's going on, and I hear it as it happens. If I'm in turn 7 and Turn 2 is hanging laundry, I know about it half a lap ahead of time. I strongly encourage all drivers to do the same. I also know that the yellow is because of something that's already cleared (spin and continue, for example) or because of something very serious (an alert call, and bad debris, for example).
If I'm heading to a yellow I'll slow down. If I think I'm being threatened on my six, I'll hang my fist out the window. I'd like other drivers to find a not-a-point-by signal that we agree upon to help each other slow down. If I go fifty miles an hour under a yellow and you think that's too slow, feel free to pass me.
This is club racing. You get a cool plaque, or a little clock, or something. You don't get a ride in NASCAR, you don't get a contract from Chip. It'll be tough enough to tell Liz why I bent my car; it'll be impossible to tell her that I have to go to the hospital to apologize to someone who's on their back because of my actions.