Time for my $.02.
I once owned a kick butt 85 Honda Civic. It took me to Washington, Canada, and Idaho for skiing many years.
After a few days in tropical Seattle one January, where it was rainy, I headed back to Spokane on a Sunday evening. Being the stupid poop I was when I was younger, I had not really
listened to a weather forecast for the entire time I was "on the coast".
La de da, tooling across Stevens Pass it started to snow incredibly heavily, and by the time I got to Leavenworth on the backside of the pass, it was near dark and snowing like a mutha (as Willis might say).
Needing to work the next day, an intense desire to make the 5 hour trip home in under 7, what with going slower on account of the snow, I dropped a little speed and continued on my merry way. Out of Wenatchee, across the plains, wondering why the hell I haven't seen a single car in about an hour or so???
Somewhere past Coulee City, the wind had started to make drifts deep enough hit the front bumper, and parts of the road were no longer visible. If you look at a map, you'll know that there's not a lot of places to stop between there and Spokane--just a bunch of cow towns, most without a gas station. Keep in mind it is now late at night in January, no traffic in either direction, drifting snow, and I'm in a Honda.
I got home by braille, it took forever, and had I listened to the radio at all, I would have learned that Highway 2 had been closed at Wenatchee since around 5:30 pm, about half an hour after I passed the point of no return. Total snowfall that day: 18 inches, a record.
Point is, that Honda made it through one of the deepest snows I had ever seen. No chains, just an excellent driver. No brag, just fact.
It ain't the car -- most of the time