Just some general fooling around in the backyard. The plan was to take the bike down a shoveled path and hit the 15" of snow and see what happened. Surprisingly, I didn't just go over the handlebars. I was able to ride all the way down. You can see my tire filled with snow in the picture.
Then we got out the sleds and went down a bunch, but got bored so we built a jump. No one got hurt that night, which was really a goal for the night. I was doing everything I could think of going down the hill to wreck, backwards, laying down, someone on top of me (which made me feel a little funny). Nothing would happen. I wanted a battle wound. The next day, it froze harder and I flipped over, landed on my head/neck/back and got wrecked. It still hurts. Good times.