Spring 1997 we had one of those city closing snow storms. Of course, a buddy and I HAD to go to a freinds place to jam and party, so we head out in the 71 Dart in the blinding snow. About half way there, while trying to get moving from a redlight, my peglegger swung the rear against the curb, and I couldn't move. Immediately, a guy in a brandy new GMC 4x pulls up behind me, and offers to push me forward to get some traction, as long as I wouldn't complain if a little bumper damage was done. HELL! It's my winter beater, push away! So as I'm sittin there straightening the wheel, my arse end takes a bump and next thing I know is a foot off the ground. Well, when I got out to survey the damage, I looked at the fron of his truck. Bent the bumper down, smashed the grille, left headlight bezel, broke the bulb and dented the front of his hood. I was ticked, the rubber bumperette on mine was ripped, but I didn't show it. For some reason, he was upset and drove off. Sitting behind him were two fellows in a late 80s Ram, laughing their arses off. The old guy hops out with a chain, pulls me back two feet and all was good. Of course I offered the guys some cash, but they told me that seeing the expression of the other driver when I took out his front end, was payment enough.
Grant