Here's my arrival at work yesterday afternoon. They'd already shoveled out front.
Along the way I stopped on a hill that has a stoplight at the top and watched the cars try to get going again when the light turned green. Then I just cranked on by. Later, a car absolutely, positively had to beat me to the red light 100 feet ahead. Passed, locked up all four and slid through the crosswalk. I stopped safely and gently behind. The light turned green and between bald tires and the snowpile he'd pushed in front of his tires, he couldn't move. I waved as I passed.
But back to the OP, no I had no fun at all. Uh, uh. Nope. No way. Not me.