To keep out of debt in college, sold all 4 of my cars. At that same time my Grandmother passed and my Mom got her car and let me drive it when I was home from school...A 65 Ford Galaxy 500.
Quite the hot rod for a grandma to drive 3 blocks to Church on Sunday. She got it new and had to learn to drive after Granddad passed in 1965. Granddad's Caddilac was too big for her. Had to replace the dual exhaust pipes every year because she never got it hot enough to burn the condensation out. Don't know why but there was a green stuffed toy dragon whose eyes lit up red when you hit the brakes on the back deck. And a bobble head bull dog on the dash along with one of those swivel mount compasses. Go Grandma.
Anyway, that winter we had a LOT of snow and ice during Christmas break. Took the Galaxy to pick up some friends to go Christmas shopping/partying. They were building a new highway and had the giant mound of dirt with about half a block of flat on top. It kind of overlooked the area and more importantly was the highest place around and nobody could see you parked up there. So, drove the 150 ft up to the top and we parked for a while enjoying our beers and smokes taking a break from shopping. We kept hearing engines rev and tires spinning but didn't think much of it as the roads were nasty and slick.
As we left, driving down off the top we noticed a group of 2 Jeeps and a 4x4 truck that had obviously been taking turns trying to make it up to where we were. They all looked at us in shock as we drove down the steep ice and snow covered slope they had been trying to climb.