"When I was young, my Dad used to take us out to an empty parking lot in the rear-drive, full-sized station wagon, or his Caddy Coupe de Ville after the first big snow of the season.
The cars would have been fitted with snow tires, and the sand bags sat in the footwells of the back seat, and the three of us kids would be sitting there - unbelted - with our knees to our chins, our feet resting on top of them.
We'd got to the un-plowed lot, and he'd gun the engine, then hit the brakes, and…"
