Back in ‘82, I got suspended from a pizza delivery job for two weeks by doing donuts with a Chevy Chevette in the snow at an intersection in the country club neighborhood of town while returning from a delivery. My defense was that the cars were not equipped with snow tires or chains as the law dictates they should be. Oh well, I came back two weeks later and everything was fine. But instead of snow tires or chains, I was told to put three 50-lb sacks of flour in the hatchback.
“But instead of snow tires or chains, I was told to put three 50-lb sacks of flour in the hatchback.”
Which, during a sudden stop or collision, will fly out of the back and take your head off.
MD suggests concrete blocks.
A quicker, more merciful death, I reckon.
[bring back studded tires!]
Once, coming back from a bike swap meet in Harrisburg PA during a blizzard, we stopped at a Sheetz convenience store and had the parking lot plow guy load the bed of our Dodge D50 with wet snow.
Sucker drove like a tank the rest of the way home, no problems.