My nephew helped. He's got this huge truck he gets from work.
And handed me the keys after we filled up.
Here, you drive.
In the snow.
In tight city streets.
On ice slicked highway.
Through construction zones.
Holy shit, really?
Sure, unless you don't want to.
I had to try.
Wow.
On the return trip I handed the keys back.
Once was enough.

I didn't even try it.

I shoveled a 18" wide pathway from the street to the garage. Uneven, and still had an inch or 2 of compressed ice.

My daughter and her roomate (who are now my housemates) have large competitive boyfriends. They egged each other on with insults about how weak the other one was. I added fuel to the fire about how I single handed the carpets up a flight of stairs to my original apartment, and they bitched about how heavy the 1st one was when both of them were carrying it. They unloaded the truck very fast and carried the furniture up the steps as directed, while I kicked back.