I chained up the front wheels of my old International Scout and went out on an evening when the ice on the roads was so slick you could not walk on it, and at every intersection I did donuts right in the middle, in a shower of ice chumks torn up by the chains while the rear end whipped around like a carnival ride. We weren’t worried about the 5-0, there was no way the cop cars of the time would ever have caught us. We were untouchable and mighty!