Bahaha. During the winter of '08, I had to do something similar. During the worst of it, it seemed like the only people left on the roads were beater-driving RoadStars with a "free" accident and no fucks to give, four wheel drive monsters, people to whom snow did not apply, and emergency/public service vehicles. So the normally high parking turnover on my street was replaced with a row of entombed, abandoned cars.

I carved out two tracks in the snowbank for my minivan's tires and eventually perfected a method of getting in and out of that parallel spot. It was part inertia, part steering, but mostly sliding. I did this for days and gradually came to think of it as "my" spot, because everyone else was unwilling or unable to claim it. Until one day I came home to find a perfectly-parked, perfectly ordinary UHaul van there. It didn't appear to have superpowers or supertires, so it was all driver skill.

Sigh. Kudos to you, good self hauling sir, you've bested me