Skitching at its finest...

Snow, snow snow...... Its funny on how much snow we have received in the past two months. Lots of people are complaining on the amounts. I am officially an old timer, I'm telling stories about the blizzard of 1979. I am telling stories on how I had to help my dad dig out the next day from a mountain of snow. These guys don't know what real snow is. We have been real lucky the past 10-15 years with the amount of snow.
The reason I'm telling you this is because I'm tired of the snow. I'm tired of shoveling, salting and then shoveling again. Even my kids are tired of it. Snow pants, hats, gloves, jacket and sweaters....The dry skin and short days are just a pain.
As a kid I would love the snow. Playing king of the hill, walking for miles on a frozen creek and of course skitching.

Skitching: (skit-ching; Verb) the act of dragging behind a moving car on a snow filled road.  

After a huge snowfall we would get out slickest boots. We would wait at a stop sign and see if we could sneak on to its rear bumper. The car would then take off in the snow filled road and we would be dragging behind it. If you were good you could stay in a semi squat and stay upright on your boots. Some guys would just sit down on their butts and get dragged down the street. Our feet would be inches away from the rear tire and of course we would be face first in to the exhaust. We would skitch on cars , UPS trucks would be great and only the brave would be on a semi trailer. We had one or two people have their gloves caught on the bumper and dragged beyond sight. That would be at least two city blocks.
We were lucky, no one was hurt. A car could have come up close and crushed us. We could have hit a dry spot and fell. Again I admit we were stupid.  The days of skitching are long dead; very few cars have metal bumpers, every one has a cell phone and most streets are salted right away.  I' don't regret it , I had a ball as a kid. I'm also thankfully that no one was hurt. Think about it ; pack of roaming kids looking and hanging out on a winter street. Just waiting for the perfect score or some ones older brother to let us jump on. When that would happen we would often get enough kids on the bumper to actually stop the car in the snow. Ahh the days of rear wheel drive in the late 1970's...... . Thats my grandpa story for you.... Enjoy.

Any ways - drive safe and always check your rear window. Just because im near 40 does not mean I wont go skitching on your car.