LAST EDITED ON Nov-05-04 AT 03:59 PM (CDT) Actually, I ended up riding in snow every single spring for years and years.
We'd get all pumped over weather at lower altitudes, haul the bikes to the mountains in trailers hooked to semi-nasty Jeeps. As a lot of our riding was on logging roads that early in the year, we would frequently exit a corner bathed in sunshine, pin it just to feel the really good traction...and run into a snow bank on shadowed side of the hill.
Sometimes you could ride over them, sometimes you had to push. And sometimes you'd discover there was a small stream hollowing out the snow bank from underneath.
Once this got tiresome, it was great sport in the Yakima Valley to see who could get a Jeep first to Darlin Mountain look-out and then down into Kilickitat Meadows. Details not now, but this involved blasting snow banks. Getting stuck. Being rammed from behind. Rammer being rammed. Our limit was three stuck Jeeps, fourth in line already being tied to third with really stout chain. In fact, all the Jeeps, in nasty going, would be tied together.
Thus last guy in line would back up, snatch the one in front of him and so on until we were all free.
Repeat. Again and again.
My group was never first-in or last-out to either site, but we tried.
Last out? Oh yeah, and it wasn't for girlie guys. As there is quite the climb up and out of Klickitat Meadows, the idea was to be in the meadows during a good snow storm, and then climb out *just before* the road became impassable.
Every year the first guys in come across Jeeps that have been there the whole winter, abandoned months ago. Approved procedure is to just shove them off the narrow road, although it is bad form to see them rolled onto their top. Loss of vital fluids, don't you know...
I had a casual friend in high school who was two years ahead of me. About 1962 he had to buy a second Jeep because his was in the mountains for the winter. Next year he suffered the exact same fate. But already had a spare, so didn't much care.