This is a fuzzy picture of my old '75 Chevy Camaro, parked at my parents' farm on Rt 26 NE of Marietta, OH. You might be able to see tiny traces of mud on the tires. There is a silly little story that involves that mud.
It's embarrassing to admit you were afraid of your parents when you were 30 years old, but I was. It wasn't fear of bodily harm, just the dread of hearing those awful words,
"We told you so, you didn't listen to us, and look what happened!"
With that in mind, there were two ways to drive to that farm from where we lived in NE Ohio. One was straight south through small towns and rural areas. The other was south on I-77 to Marietta, then head back up Rt 26 coming in from the south. The second way sounds crazy, but actually took less time and was easier driving. I preferred it. My parents always went the stop and go route, the "correct" way.
On this occasion we all took off headed for the farm at the same time, but driving separate cars. I was determined to take the Camaro down I-77, not about to trail along behind them like a child. Right off the bat, they weren't happy because I chose to go a different way. I told them I would get there before they did. Took off speeding down I-77, not absolutely sure at the time I was right. Then I made a big mistake.
Decided on the spur of the moment it would be even quicker to take a back road from I-77 straight over to Rt 26, bypassing the trip down to and back up from Marietta. I had never tried it before, but I could read maps!
What maps don't tell you is the condition of the road. The shortcut I chose started out fine. No traffic, in fact not a single vehicle in either direction. Hmmm...

What I didn't know was that it crossed into Wayne National Forest, and that many farms had already sold out to the government. Most houses you passed were actually vacant.
The paved road eventually turned into gravel, and much later into a one-lane dirt road. By then it was too late to turn back, because I would have been terribly late.
Finally the road headed down the side of a very long steep hill, with mud puddles and washed out gullies. Eventually I got stuck in the mud. Couldn't move the car forward and certainly not backward. [And, yes, I had had the short version lecture on how to drive in mud/snow/ice---"Spinning your wheels is stupid!"]
However... if all you can do is spin, you don't have much choice. I noticed the car would move sideways when the wheels would spin, and I thought it might eventually hit something solid and gain traction. Long story short, the car slid *completely* sideways in the road. The front was almost against the side of the hill, and the back was almost sticking out over the edge. Talk about panic. (I was a sissy back then.)
That was before the days of cell phones. The nearest house was many miles back and I didn't know what was ahead. No one would ever find me because no one knew I chose that route. Boy was I gonna be in trouble! It might be easier to just die there and get it over with.
The only hope was to keep working the wheels back and forth. The car eventually slid back around and hit solid ground. I went on my way, and still made it to the farm first.
Problem was, the car was now covered in mud. There is no mud in Marietta! You probably never saw anyone pull out a hose and wash down a car so fast. Put the hose away just as they drove up.
Funny thing, as soon as you reached the bottom of that hill you were right at Rt 26, just a couple of miles from the farm. I could have easily walked that way. But then I'd really be in trouble when we had to go back and get that car, stuck sideways on the side of a hill. But who knows? They might have just broke out laughing.
Secret was kept for 40 years. No guilt trip, no lectures, but no funny story to talk about either.