In the 80s

I Fell through ice into shoulder deep water while ice skating ~ Upper Michigan

Was thrown off a snowmobile

and intentionally spun out my Z28 ... BUT got stuck in a 12 foot snowbank

Mach said:

When my purple Camaro was about 10 months old, I went around a curve, hit a patch of black ice, and spun out. All I could see as I was spinning was a van with little kids in it, so I cut the wheel and whipped around the other way. I hit the curb going sideways and hit a guard rail doing about 40mph. It sheered the undercarriage from under the car and one tire flew down the street. There was hole in the back left quarterpanel, and the hood was smashed. They loaded that car onto the flat bed in 3 pieces.

Because I owed so much money on it, they had to rebuild even though it was totalled.

When I went to claim it, the guy said they hadn't done my paperwork because they figured the driver was in the hospital. All I had a was a bump on the head and slight concussion.

I was blessed...

I went on to drive that car for another 14 years or so. I just got the new one, but I learned my lesson about driving a Camaro in bad weather.

[Edited 12/12/10 10:45am]

insatiable3 said:

Mach said:

In the 80s

I Fell through ice into shoulder deep water while ice skating ~ Upper Michigan

Was thrown off a snowmobile

and intentionally spun out my Z28 ... BUT got stuck in a 12 foot snowbank

Ok mach you totally have me beat

I was a teen / 20 yr old ~ wild times

I love cold and snow, but can generally do without ice in large quantities. I've done long snowshoeing hikes a few times in my life and REALLY enjoyed it. Nothing like hiking across a stretch of new snow - when you're the one putting down the first tracks.

Cautions? My freshman year of high school I was living in South Lake Tahoe. After a good thick blanketing of fresh snow (deep enough you never found the ground on the field) I played football with some friends for a couple hours solid. It was great fun because you couldn't really feel anything after about twenty minutes. When I went inside my lower legs starting hurting badly almost immediately, but I couldn't feel my feet. My stepmother took a look and drove my ass to the hospital immediately. Turns out I was VERY close to doing serious, permanent frost bite damage to both feet. It was a lot of fun, though.

Being intentionally spun out of any car and landing in a snow bank is going to hard for anybody to beat.

One winter evening when my kids were little and we were without a car, I was walking with my oldest daughter and the young teen girl I was fostering at the time to go pick up my youngest at preschool. On our way back, the girls slipped and fell on their asses, one by one, on a hidden patch of black ice on a slight dip in the sidewalk. They each landed on their asses and slid forward, and ended up in a row like they were sitting in each other's laps. I was doubled over laughing my fool ass off! They looked like they were playing Squish the Lemon on a playground slide:

After I was done enjoying the misfortune of my children, we decided to hide behind a wall and wait for other pedestrians to hit the same patch of ice. One by one, women in heels, men in overcoats and teens in puffy coats went flying like cartoon characters slipping on a banana peel.

We stayed there, tears of laughter and schadenfreude streaming down our icy cheeks, until we got too cold and finally walked the rest of the way home. We still talk about that day, though.

[Edited 12/12/10 12:26pm]

PunkMistress said:

One winter evening when my kids were little and we were without a car, I was walking with my oldest daughter and the young teen girl I was fostering at the time to go pick up my youngest at preschool. On our way back, the girls slipped and fell on their asses, one by one, on a hidden patch of black ice on a slight dip in the sidewalk. They each landed on their asses and slid forward, and ended up in a row like they were sitting in each other's laps. I was doubled over laughing my fool ass off! They looked like they were playing Squish the Lemon on a playground slide:

After I was done enjoying the misfortune of my children, we decided to hide behind a wall and wait for other pedestrians to hit the same patch of ice. One by one, women in heels, men in overcoats and teens in puffy coats went flying like cartoon characters slipping on a banana peel.

We stayed there, tears of laughter and schadenfreude streaming down our icy cheeks, until we got too cold and finally walked the rest of the way home. We still talk about that day, though.

That was too funny!

insatiable3 said:

Well here in chicago we have about 3 inches of snow on the ground... and and about a quater inch of ice under it... well anyway usually I'm a pretty cautious person enjoying winter activities.. Well simply today wasn't my lucky day... Walking out to scrape my car this morning not only did I wipe out on the ice and snow I went down face forward preparing to face plant... anyway to the grace of who ever I got up without a sprained ankle and proceded to laugh my ass off. Believe me it wasn't funny when it happened but why you feel the need to laugh at yourself when something like that happens beats me... Anyway that was my season horror story... seems I have one every winter!! Last year I fell of a ladder while putting up christmas lights... Anyway share your winter accidents gone bad with me... Afterall tis the season to be merry and fall on your ass!! Xoxo insatiable3

Insatiable we had a nice Indian Summer, why didn't you put you stuff then? I glad you are OK and can laugh about it afterwards. I really don't have any horror stories, there's not much in putting lights on a balcony. Unless a big ass wind come and blows my husband into the lake. I do have double indemnity insurance, I think we need some more lights.

When I was a kid (nine years old, probably), my folks took us tobogganing on this huge hill in town. So my four sisters and I get on the toboggan with my dad (dad was "driving") and we head down the hill. Well, we got going way faster than he anticipated, and one by one, all the kids slid/fell off the toboggan. Eventually, my dad was the only one left on it (with a trail of kids left behind on the hill - like puffy, bundled-up bread crumbs), heading straight for some trees at the bottom on the hill. Fortunately, he missed them.

Meanwhile, my mom was at the top of the hill, looking like -->

Genesia said:

When I was a kid (nine years old, probably), my folks took us tobogganing on this huge hill in town. So my four sisters and I get on the toboggan with my dad (dad was "driving") and we head down the hill. Well, we got going way faster than he anticipated, and one by one, all the kids slid/fell off the toboggan. Eventually, my dad was the only one left on it (with a trail of kids left behind on the hill - like puffy, bundled-up bread crumbs), heading straight for some trees at the bottom on the hill. Fortunately, he missed them.

Meanwhile, my mom was at the top of the hill, looking like -->

Hahahahaha!

There is something so fucking hysterical about bundled-up kids falling in the snow.

We went tubing at a ski resort in New Hampshire, and to get back up the hill you have to hold on to a retractable bar attached to a ski-lift type of pulley thing, while sitting in your tube. It was like this, but instead of clipping on to your tube, you had to hold the bar yourself.

My daughter was too small and light I guess, because she was lifted up and out of her tube, screaming and yelling for help as she dangled from the bar and was dragged up the hill. I couldn't help her because I was literally incapacitated with uncontrollable laughter.

On our next trip up the mountain, I held onto the bar with one hand and her tube with the other so that she didn't have to hold her own lift bar. Of course, my hand slipped and I let go, and she went flying into the bushes on the side of the mountain.

our winters are like English summers, nothing terrible to report!