I think I'll tell my funny story.
I lived on the 2nd tier of a lake front condominium. I was the only year-round resident, so when the ice storm came, I was alone. I have to give it to the condo association, they plowed and salted until I had road to drive. I had to crawl to the car, because I couldn't stand up, but once there I would get up, hop in, and out the parking lot and up the hill I'd go.
One day I get up as always and the lot, etc., was black. I thought it was wet, so I crawled to the car as usual and hopped up, (there was plenty of salt around the car) and out the lot I went. Halfway up the hill, the car stops moving...then it starts sliding backwards...then it starts going in circles. Three 360 degree turns later, I'm now BELOW my own parking lot and on the unplowed section of drive. I never left the road, thank God, because that would have put me in the swimming pool or over a really steep bluff. The car catches on a tiny pile of sleet left by the plow (it was a little car, thankfully, or it would have gone right thru) and stops.
So...I sit there, looking directly across the road at my building. This was the days before cell phones folks. I have to get out of the car, it might slide again, so I open the door and get out.
I fall on my butt and slide UNDER the car!
After I get out, I reach in and get my keys and sit a minute and think about the situation. My only way to shelter is to go all the way across the road where I can get to the sidewalk and use the railing to get to the flat area where my door is. I can't stand up, so I go to the front of the car and start crawling.
Thank God I wore jeans that day and had a suit in the car...I was going to Court!
Halfway across the road, my butt swings downhill and I start sliding downhill, butt first! I'm sliding and think, "Drop!" so down on the belly I go.
That's the difference between and sled and a toboggan. I just sped up.
Finally I catch my fingers on a crack in the ice and stop...I'm now closer to the lake and the first tier condos than I am my house.