My sister slid off to the side on a hill in Hanover and put her ‘71 Camaro off to the side of an entrance of a business. The next day, the plows had buried it so my dad stuck a sign on the snow plow back saying “Buried Car” so the plows wouldn’t hit it during further clean up. When the snow stopped we dug it out and it would have made on helluva battery commercial because that thing fired right up and my dad drove it right out of what was basically a dug channel in a 15 foot tall snow mound.
Rear wheel drive no less, I assume!
If speaking about 1978, I worked at Richardson's dairy and the forecast was only for a few inches, and I had to get in early (4AM) to help process milk before loading the 12 ton truck and head to stores in Malden, Everett and Lynn (Tuesday's run being done on Wed.). I woke up about 3AM to find many inches of snow, and shoveled for a long time (living in Danvers) to get to the street, only to find that even with 15'' studded snow tires on my 67 Catalina then I could not drive.
That night I went in to help process milk, and loaded the truck, and slept across the street where the pasteurizer and wife were staying. Next morning I found myself about the only vehicle on Rt. 1, and the big 10.00 truck tires dug thru the snow well enough. First stop normally got 15 cases (9 half gals to a case or 4 gals) for two days, and owner said "give me all the milk you can" so i gave him 90 cases (which I should not have).
Then he asked us (I had a young helper) to go down the street and pick up 100 loaves of bread. We owed him a favor so i did that, and an hour later we came back. With no racks the bread was stacked like milk cases and so the bottom ones were like pancakes, which they sold like. Owner said he had 10 cases of milk left. All the stops were looking for milk. We were trying to catch up to demand for as few days. Thank God for His manifold grace.