I just completed my two-hour manual shovel of my driveway and sidewalk. You see, my driveway is at least 120 feet long, maybe longer, I am just guessing here. I started at 845. We got about 8 inches (it is still coming down a good clip), but the drifts were well over two feet in some areas. It was exhausting and my morale was way down, when, and I dont mean to go all Kellen Winslow here but, a neighbor appeared in the distance with a snowblower, kicking butt and taking names. I can only imagine that for a moment I felt a bit like some of the guys in those WWII movies/shows did when they were fighting the Germans and it was cold and they were getting their butts kicked and then a tank shows up to bail them out and morale goes up and everyone gives it a little harder. Yeah, end of Winslow rant, but it saved me a hour or so.