“You stuffed it good,” Chris Duplessis laughed while giving the Mazda Miata one final, futile push. “The wheel’s too packed with snow to even turn.” I wedged my large frame through the narrow opening in the roll cage and ineloquently fell into the snowbank I had just driven us smack into at about 40 miles an hour. The Miata’s front end was caked with wet, spring snow, freshly fallen the day prior, and I got to work scooping it out with my hands. Continue reading…