...you go out to unbury your beloved S2000 (which is just fine, thank you) and you see one of your neighbors come down the stairs of your building with his cross country skis in hand. He puts them on and opens the gate and skis off down the alley.

Deep, deep trouble...

 

Greg, get a garage, man!

 

Could be worse. Instead of ski's, your neighbor fires up his Hotrod sled (fast Snowmobile for you southerners)and proceeds to jump the slightly red "snowmound" in front of his garage.

 

I am, man! As soon as I can drive the damn car somewhere!!

 

Greg, get your skis (w/ afterburners of course) waxed up and ready to go!

 

Get your stook skis!