I don't think it's the white stuff we need to worry about half as much as the bellends that think they can drive in it.
I stayed in all day yesterday knowing from the early hours if i wanted the car out it wouldn't be a problem even with 3 to 4 inches on the ground. The local knob in his 4x4 was first to try at around 7am... He drove up in two wheel drive for the hell of it...I rooled my eyes and went back to bed.
Then at 10am my parents came to pick the kids up (i said to mam what ever you do don't let dad drive down the street I'll meet you up the top with the kids)
What happens? kids are late so dad drives down.
Dad drives a 1.4 petrol engine berlingo that quite frankly would have more traction driving on it's fecking roof, so after 20 minutes he finally gets to the top of the street but probably needs new tyres.
Bellend no1

Bellend No2. a mate of mine who drives a Peugeot expert 1.9 diesel who needs to take his daughter to the train station for 11am... I said ffs chuck her wheelchair in my boot I'll take her down now i've seen you drive that f*cking thing in the snow.
No he insists "I'll get the car out".... So i say right drive down the street and reverse into the turning slowly then with a little revs let the diesel engine take you up.... He followed these instructions quite well until he tried to reverse the car.... Front wheels going 70mph he's creeping back slowly then he guns it up the street kicking slush everywhere wheels spinning like a bastard making horse whipping motions laughing his tits off.
Definition of a bellend.
I put up with people doing this all day, what is normally a quiet street seemed to turn into knobhead challenge.
