OK, an ice story now.
Before basketball games in high school, we used to go out and fill the car with booze (trunk)
One day we were out in the farmer's field - doing donuts on the frozen ponds.
The 1976 Cutlass Supreme suddenly dropped, and stopped.
We had to roll down the windows to climb out.
The ice had broken.
It was only about 16" deep, but no way to get the car out.
We hitched to town, booze in the backpacks, and made it to the bus just in time...
Watched the game, and then friends drove us to the farmer's field.
We were all pretty tipsy now, so a bunch of us got out - mostly football guys - and proceeded to rock the car and lift it until we told my girlfriend to "gun it"!
She did, but my glove got caught under the rear bumper, and she dragged me 1/4 mile behind the Cutlass, through the snow, and over the corn fields.
Finally stopping, I got uncaught and proceeded to laugh so hard, I wet myself.
Common thread in these stories?
All true, crazy 70's life, growing up in PA!