Haven't had any. I actually enjoy driving in the snow.

I did my motorcycle driver's test in the snow in Massachusetts. Of course the examiner was a little incredulous that I even showed up for the appointment with a nice hard snow pack on all the roads. However, the examiner was able to clearly see my figure-8 pattern in the unplowed parking lot. I had trials tires on my '71 Honda CL-175 and that was fun to ride around in the snow. He almost signed off on the test saying that the fact that I made it at all was good enough, but we went through the motions and did all the requirements anyways.

With a front-wheel drive '75 Rabbit, I drove to many New England ski areas in all kinds of weather. With all-season Michelins, I could go just about anywhere. Easy to control even when it started skidding. A light-weight vehicle does surprisingly well in the snow. And a little E-brake when turning helps keep it fun.

I was driving an 18 wheeler west bound on I-40 , just outside of Flagstaff, Az. Another big rig was two trucks behind me, I was driving about 25 mph on a snow covered road heading downhill. I looked in the left mirror and could see the back of a big rigs trailer going the same way in the left lane. Somehow that driver had done a 180 and was headed down the hill backwards. After he passed me by, still going backwards, he drove about 300 feet pass me and did another 180 , straightened out his truck and continued driving westbound on I-40 towards Kingman, Az.

Like a boss.. that's how. wow!

I've only seen that maneuver in little cars.

I can think of at least two in VW Bugs. While stationed in S. California in the mid '60s, I liked to hike Mt San Gorgonio (finally could claim to have been at the summit at least once in every calendar month). One winter day I drove to the trailhead on the north side and hiked up the north face to the top. It was always fun in winter to glissade back down but when I reached the car the battery was nearly dead (those 6 V batteries didn't have much life back then). Thankfully, I'd parked the car pointing down hill and about half way down I was able to pop the clutch and start the engine.

Number two was in the Ruby Mountains outside of Elko, NV. My wife and I followed some snowmobilers up the road to the campgrounds. The road was deeply rutted in snow and when we decided to turn around we found out that the bug was too light in the front for the tires to climb out of the ruts. Thanks to some snowmobilers who came by later we were able to horse the front end around to point downhill. Lightweight front end proved to be helpful after all.

Would getting stuck in sand (also a VW Bug) east of Joshua Tree National Monument count? Thanks to some discarded planks from nearby mining, I was able to escape without requiring additional help.

Since then I've always had at least one 4x4 which really came in handy this past week (18" in Olympia).

A few years ago, I was headed south bound on the interstate in my suicide rig. A fire engine red '89 S10 Pickup with a cantankerous 355. 11.5:1 CR, Crower roller cam, 750 Holly 4bbl, and cheater slicks. Not a vehicle for adverse weather. It was raining cats and dogs, in Florida, we like our snow in liquid form. I thought I was babying the truck, doing 60 in a 70 zone. I cam upon someone going closer to 40. I pulled out from behind them and gave it what I was sure was a little bit of gas. The next thing I know, I'm facing north bound, looking at another driver. His eyes were as big as saucers, I'm sure mine were too, as I sailed side ways in front of him. Next I am facing south again, over corrected and started sliding the other way, repeated the maneuver and over corrected again. Kind of a zig-zagging fishtail. After what seemed and eternity of this, I found myself stationary on the side of the road, facing south bound. Needless to say, tried to keep it under 30 the rest of the way home. Where I promptly thanked God, and changed my underwear.