It doesn't snow a whole lot here.
(Wayne's World flashback, "dwiddla dwiddla dwiddla!")
I wish I had pictures of the 83 snowfall in the Lake Tahoe basin when I lived there. Highway 50 is two lanes in each direction with a chicken lane in the middle. They couldn't plow the chicken lane because the plowed snow from the other four lanes was stacked up to about twenty feet on either side. They left the twelve foot wall of snow in the middle and punched slots out of it where the cross streets were. When you made a left turn you had to creep into the slot and peer around the wall for oncoming traffic.
If you left your car on the street after a heavy snowfall and the plow runs into it, (because after that much snow your car is a barely discernable lump on the road) you lose your car AND the city comes after you for damage to their plow. The warning signs are everywhere.
On those days the casinos offer rooms to the employees at half price. The logic is that no buses are getting in, the rooms aren't booked, and employees will make it into work the next day. Of course, we could always make it down the street to Cecil's Liquors and back.