Got stuck in ice again yesterday, for maybe the fifth time this winter. When I say stuck, I mean preposterously, impossibly, untenably stuck--spinning tires, burning rubber, spitting ice and muck, zero grip, without hope of even rocking the car back and forth an inch.
Of all the times I've been stuck, I've only managed to get out with the help of either the unlucky friend who happened to be with me, or a kindly passerby taking pity on the little Asian in the little yellow bug.
Yesterday was a fortuitous combination of both (friend + stranger). I put my car in neutral and watched with mouth agape as the two muscle men rocked my car off the ice with sheer strength. Wow. I wouldn't have been able to budge my car an inch otherwise. God never fails to send help (and muscle men, where applicable)! :)