Leaving L'ville yesterday, I noticed that Sus had a new lawn ornament: a white Nissan Maxima. A girl got out, 16 or 17 and said how sorry she was, that she wasn't able to turn, though she had her brakes on and couldn't slow down while going down the hill, and she had two friends coming to help push her out.
Dad started explaining about the brakes and the turning, then asked if I had Uncle B's phone number. I did, but I didn't want to inflict him upon that girl.
Her friends showed up, both of them small 16-year-old girls and 2 random older men. Nobody had a clue as to what to do.
First they tried just pushing, and when that didn't work they wanted her to call a tow druck to get her the 5 feet out of the muddy, icy yard. At this point I stepped in. Told her to put it in reverse, so the car only goes one way and the motor's helping, orchestrated a rocking motion push to get her going. They all stopped pushing after she was out of the first hole, leaving her still in the second one, and we had to start again. Convinced her to get in the car ["but it'll add weight!"] and help us by lightly applying the pedal, which she floored and covered me (only me) in mud. This made me happy to no end when she did not apologise.
After she was free, she asked Dad what it would cost to fix the yard.
"Depends on how much of it you do yourself."