Well, I had some entertainment while I was shovelling.
I live on a corner, at the bottom of a hill. The street at the side of my house is flat. The one that runs out front goes up the hill.
Anyway, the neighbor who lives just a couple of doors up tried to get his girlfriend's Crown Vic up the hill. I have no idea why they went out - the streets hadn't been plowed, it was coming down very heavily and the police were on the TV and radio saying "don't drive".
Well, the car won't go up the hill. The road is too slick. Instead of being sensible and parking at the bottom of the hill, the guy keeps stomping on the gas and holding it down while the wheels spin. I motion to the guy to cut it, but either he doesn't see me, or he decides to ignore me.
Ultimately, they get a few yards along when all of a sudden smoke and steam start billowing out from under the hood. He pops the hood, and there are actually some flames. Another neighbor and I head over to help. By the time we get there, there are no flames. We push the car to the side of the road (not easy in a foot of snow). It ain't going anywhere.
Is 50 yards worth a trashed car?
S.