In Vancouver, when I was a kid, we didn’t get snow very often; maybe once or twice a winter. When it did snow, stupidity ensued. We went bus bumper skiing.

We used to wait out of sight at the closest bus stop (residential nieghbourhood). When the bus would pull up, we’d sneak out of hiding, grab under the bumper or under the engine cover, and “boot ski” behind the bus.

You could - in no particular order - break a finger, fall and get run over by the guy behind the bus, get thrown off into the bushes when the bus turned, hit a dry patch of road and generate enough instant friction to tear you off the bus and eat the road, or eat the back of the bus if the driver slammed on the brake.

Every winter from the time I was 14 until I was 18.