Originally published at: https://boingboing.net/2020/12/18/driver-buried-alive-inside-his-car-by-snow-plow-is-rescued-10-hours-later.html
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Man, this shit is no joke. We got 17” here in eastern NY and I’ve seen cars completely buried. When I lived in KC, my car was buried so deeply I couldn’t get it out. They ended up towing it and when I went to the impound to get it out the engine would choke out. Finally I heard a loud “pop” and it ran fine. A huge 6” chunk of ice had been rammed up the tailpipe by the ploughs. Thankfully it was an ‘84 Buick LeSabre with a V8 that could take the abuse. God, that was a great car.
He obviously couldn’t open the door, but I’m surprised he couldn’t open the window. and dig his way out. Of course if he was mobility impaired, that might not be possible either.
How does one get buried in snow in ones car in a suburban street. Was he living in it and fell asleep during a heavy snowfall?
This is one of those scenarios where I imagine what I would do in his situation. Probably I would spend an hour debating opening a window and tunneling my way out, and when I got cold enough I’d finally try doing that. Which would probably mean filling my car with the snow I moved.
this was my first question, too. was he in his car, warming it up to leave (or just getting back from somehwere) and a plow came barreling along and buried him? or what?
That poor guy must live in shame, taking a government handout like this. And, the person who rescued him-- doesn’t he realize that if this trapped guy doesn’t pull himself up by his own bootstraps Jaws of Life hydraulic rescue tool, he will never learn how to survive on his own?
I convinced my mom to keep a snow shovel and a bag of de-icer in her trunk (never needed it, but we’ve helped others out of jams). Maybe a winter sleeping bag in the back seat might be a good idea, too.
ETA: I now remember she drives a 1990’s Nissan, so the trunk is accessible through the center back seat panel without exiting the car. I hope I’m not confusing that with her old Toyota.
And candles! My Canadian mom always taught us, if you’re stranded on a winter highway, a candle and a blanket will save your life.
Sitting in his car, about to start it up, when he gets a call/text. Takes longer than he thought. Snow plow buries the car. But then, why not use said phone to call for help?
…sometimes.
I don’t think I’d want to wait until I was cold, sleepy and groggy from lack of oxygen. First I’d want to poke an air hole, and then curl up in the wool and emergency blankets from the back while I think of the next step.
Started out with the blizzard of the century and ended up with Car Talk. I’m a fan, I clicked like, and want more of this podcast.
It sounds like he drove off the road. A snow plow came along fairly soon afterwards and the guy driving the snow plow thought the car was abandoned or didn’t even see it. To be fair, visibility was probably shit at the time.
The funny thing to me is that I’m up in Toronto not that far to the north and we got a light dusting. Upstate New York is always getting buried in snow storms that translate into an inch or two up here. Opposite of the lake effect, I suppose.
I lived in Vermont for 25 years and went through many Toyotas, Saabs and Subarus. My last Subaru Impreza had about 6" clearance and could easily drive through a foot of fresh powder, up a steep hill, with studded snows. I could drive it on glare ice like a summer’s day. It handled curvy dirt roads like a Ferrari in the Le Mans. I loved that car.