It was my grandmother's car, had been well maintained, and she gave it to me when she went into hospice. The Buick had NO pollution control devices, not even a pcv valve. There was just pure mechanical ability. It was 20 years old, only thing wrong was body rot due to salt. We sold it to a young man who wanted the drive train...55k original miles on it.You forgot the feeling of the skin on your butt and thighs quickly freezing UNDER all the insufficient layers and its cold fingers crawling rapidly towards your bones...Grrrr, it's enough to make me crabby just thinking about it. And frozen hair and ears (that does it, now I'm crabby). And the windows randomly shattering when it got even colder at night. Life in thermals and wool socks under all the normal clothes and sweaters yet still being too cold. Ducks freezing to the ground. Nope, toasty coastal where I am is fine even if the locals are pathetic entitled weather weenies. Zero desire to be as extreme as Mr. Weldman.
Our (newer) cars would only start if they were heated garage kept or had a plug in heater thinger under these conditions. Your car must have been a well kept beast.
@Weldman , did all the locals make it out?
You had to remind me of the shooting pains I experienced in my fingers despite warm, insulated gloves. Ugg.