Once upon a time, I worked for an airport limo company. We had a two wheel drive dually Dodge wrecker that we used to haul in the Dodge vans "limos" that happened to break down all the time (some of those vans had well over 300k miles on them).
In the winter of '82, I think it was, we had much more snow than usual. One storm dumped over two feet of snow and with high winds that created drifts well over four feet. One of the guys called in and told the boss he couldn't make it in. The boss said, "We'll send someone out to get you. " Guess who was appointed the job? Yep, It was me!
Off I go, in the ol' wrecker. Hoping that the county plow had been down my buddy's road. "At least I have the winch on the ol' wrecker, if I get stuck. " I thought to myself.
When I got to that narrow, two tracker road, I discovered that the plow didn't make it there before me and noboby had even attempted to drive through. What were four foot drifts, every where else, was just plain four foot of snow on that bit of road. I grit my teeth and rammed the gas to the floor, hitting the wall of snow, doing sixty. Well... it felt like sixty, probably really only thirty. The snow was over the hood, and the push bumper just blasted most of it away. Down that two tracker road I flew, blind as a bat, from all the flying snow. I'd catch a glimps of a tree, here an there, and I used them to guide me down that two tracker lane. For about a mile, or so, that ol' truck and me ground along. Who knows what might have happened if I'd encountered another idiot, hell bound the other way. But it didn't happen, so I made it to my destination, much to the dismay of my co-worker, who had already settled in for a peaceful day in front of a warm fire.
The trip back out was rather boring, I'd say, since I'd already cut the path down that two tracker highway. My co-worker and me, laughed our asses off, thinking about that ol' two wheeler truck getting through what his neighbors wouldn't even try, with their high and mightly four by fours.
Doc