When I was a dumb ass kid going to "College" in Missoula, used to rally around shitfaced going from house party to house party in mid-winter when the streets were covered in snow and ice in my beater '82 Subaru wagon. Car full of people, driving up on lawns, running into trees, pullin donuts and skidding around corners. That was good times.
If I got caught, cops probably would have just told me to go home. Got to love Montana.
Bug I know you've got some "close call" stories from your Missoula days. You got to kick those down dude.