Buoyed by all the sounds of dripping and melting, I trudged out to my car to give it another go. After about 20 minutes of finagling and maneuvering and slipping the clutch to rock it back and forth, I managed to get my car out of my parking spot. Victory is mi-
You can’t imagine how humiliating this is.
Just to recap, I grew up in Alaska. I learned to drive in July, and by that October I was driving in the snow. I drove for three Alaskan winters, and witnessed many more from the passenger seat. I know all the tricks – kitty litter, floor mats, rocking it, everything. I instinctively turn my wheels into the skid. I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion… oh wait, sorry.
Anyway, long story short, I got to the head of the driveway, slid on the ice, popped over the berm at the end of the driveway, and slid sideways into the ditch. Someone came out to help me, and we managed to work the car backwards enough that it’s not sticking out into the road.
Right now it is high-centered on the snow, and the left front end is angled into the ditch. Pushing it forward wouldn’t do much good, because the private road is impassible. (Something I perhaps should have investigated before driving the car into it. I plead temporary insanity.) It only has about three feet it could go backwards, because there’s a tree. The ground is soggy enough that I might end up in the ditch, even after everything melts.
In the meantime, there it sits, wedged diagonally at the head of the driveway. You better believe every neighbor who drives past it is going to snicker a little. Until I can either dig it out, or humiliate myself further by phoning AAA.
ETA: After half an hour working at it with a shovel, and using triangular chunks of firewood to chock the wheels, I’m un-stuck and parked at the head of the driveway, just like I did it on purpose.
To sum up: not stuck; still trapped.