Last winter, my bike was in the shed, snow on back yard plus some more form my driveway(plowed snow), snow was up about 3 feet high, I then plowed the "curved" path 30'x4' from my drive way to my shed which made snow up about 4' tall wall on both side, place some 4x8's plywood on the grass/snow and try to get my bike out cause it was like in the mid 60' on next couple of days, long story short, back the bike out halfway(at the "curve" path), foot slipped on snow and I was between the bike and snow wall, one foot stuck in snow and the foot board and I couldn't pull it out, I was screaming like a little girl and was screaming for help with no luck, I then cursing with every kind of languages that I can think of in hope of the bike will stand up by itself(yeah right) but no one heard me beside those stupid squirrels stop running and looking at me with a funny looking faces (who wanna get outside when snow is up high and the temp is low), anyway, I try to push the bike up to free my stuck foot with another foot but the more I push the bike, the deeper I sunk into snow wall (800lbs metal vs 175lbs human flesh), snow got in my rear end and my back, I got wet and cold and I could swear that I heard those little squirrels creature were laughing at me and said "who's stupider than who now". After pushing and cursing and praying and cursing and pushing and cursing, I finally managing to free up my stuck bare foot out (my shoe stills under the bike) and got out of snow wall, got the bike up righted, got inside the house and before I could say anything, the wife was laughing at me (I bet those crazy squirrels told her) and said "that was the most funniest and stupidest thing that I've done since this year" !!!!!!!!!!. Never again.
The pictures are gross, but here's the story. Long story short, I should have just stopped for the cows in the road instead of trying to go around them at a high rate of speed. 
