Dad loved snow. I think mostly because he got a kick driving around his two door Chevy Blazer with a snow plow attachment. Whenever the snow came (which seemed more often in the 70s), he’d go out and plow a few of the neighbors driveways and then hit up family in the area and clear their paths to boot.
My dad would have been 80 today.
He likely would have enjoyed removing all the snow and ice from the cars. They just slid off in big chunks!