In 1978, my wife to be and I were skiing in Lake Tahoe. My mom and dad had driven to Kirkwood Meadows in their RV and we were supposed to meet up with them.
Now I hate, and I mean hate putting chains on tires. It was snowing like mad when we left Tahoe on the way to Kirkwood. At the time I owned a Chamonix 1970 2002, skinny tires, single barrel carb, an awesome car. We wound up virtually plowing the road for a good part of the way to Kirkwood. The snow started off about 6" deep in Tahoe and eventually about 12" deep in the parking lot at Kirkwood. The road to Kirkwood has a good enough climb that it was do not stop territory, I'd never get going again without chains.
The car never skipped a beat the entire way. I miss that car.....