You mean even King Kong couldn't get a Harley out of the snow
...Larry
I felt as helpless as a spider monkey. I beat my chest and raged and roared, but it didn't help, the rear wheel dropped into a little ditch, it started spinning an dug a hole nearly instantly; the frame hit the ground and I stepped off the bike. It just sat there upright, all quarter ton of it.
It was more embarrassing than that year I lost the turd-toss-contest at Monkey Island, Bronx Zoo; spring of '93.