Back a few years ago here in Detroit we got one of the regular snows. You know, about 6-7 inches of the wet stuff. So as you drive across it on the roads, it turns to ice. Anyhow, I'm out plowing and my truck isn't going into 4x4, so I drive back to repair the shifting rod.
On my way back, I'm stopped at a red light just chilling and here comes a van down the crossing street with the green light at about 40 mph. There wasn't anyone or anything else on the road since it was about 2:30am. It was still snowing and roads are ice under the snow everywhere by this time. Anyhow, the van hits his brakes slides sideways, up over the curb, between the light pole and fire hydrant, past the bus stop (luckily nobody was waiting there), missing everything at this point.
But then, here he comes, straight for my drivers door. He lets off the brakes as he is bouncing off the sidewalks into the street and the van gets some traction just enough to start turning away from my truck. But not enough to miss my WESTERN plow! I'm watching as he rips the whole side of his van right off. (Yep, the plow ripped right through it.) I go running over to see if the guy was OK, and he was fine. But he was like shocked as half his van was gone.
I'm looking at it too and then I think ... MY TRUCK! I turn around to see my front-end still on the truck. WOW! Next, I check the plow. There was no more ice or snow on it, and it wasn't even bent in the least. When the cops got there, they couldn't believe my truck was even in the accident. I went on back to plowing like nothing ever happened. All I can say is "Man, these WESTERN plows take a beating!"