Growing up in the 50's and early 60's, you never had to wonder what kind of winter it was going to be. It got cold and stayed cold. Back then, we drove manual transmission cars. At night, we were supposed to park the car in neutral. One evening I forgot to do this. The next morning, the transmission was frozen solid. My bad, my problem to fix. This meant sitting in the freezing cold, holding the clutch down while the engine warmed up. After what seemed an eternity, the transmission thawed to where I could work the gearshift. Lesson learned.
|My father in balmier days.|