i don't plow, but i have a somewhat relating story.
in february '97, i was a jack ass teen, 16 years old, turning 17 very soon. my dad had a ford ranger "splash". we were headed to monroeville mall when i saw an unexpecting hoydy toydy lady getting into her car. ya know, one of the ones that trys soooo hard to be fancy that it is annoying. the weather was about 30*, it had been snowing with the big heavy wet flakes for a few days. puddles and slush everywhere. why on earth she was wearing a mini skirt and stiletto type high heels is beyond me. she also had some sort of a fancy suede type jacket on. anyways, i watched her tip toe thru the slush, trying so desperately not to get her high heels wet. sweetheart, up picked the wrong day to dress fancy. not because of me, but the weather in general. as she was getting into her beemer, i told derek, "hey, watch this!". i speed up and did what any other hillbilly red blooded american teen would do. KA-POW! i went thru the puddle as fast as i could of course. and wouldn't you know, it just so happened to be right where the hoydy toydy lady parked her car. derek was so shocked i soaked this lady he really didn't know what to say. he kinda freaked out, you know the whole, "dude! WTF! i can't believe you did that!" deal. i calmly looked over, and said, "they don't call it a ford splash for nothing". his jaw just dropped.
i kinda feel bad now, but when you are a curious mischievous teen male it was funny.