| | Here's my story. When I was 26 years old I was travelling in the depths of winter from Vancouver to Prince Rupert, B.C. via Vanderhoof in a VW Beetle with a buddy. The temperature during the night when we stayed at a hotel was only -38 F. There were block heaters on the main drag just like parking meters that you can plug your car into but all of them were taken and we were told that the local aircraft hangar was full. We debated whether one of us should get up during the night to start and warm up the car but we rejected that as we were really tired. Next morning when the key was turned to start the car there was no sound whatsoever. We got a Campbell's soup can filled with oil and lit it on fire under the block and let this burn for about half an hour. Still nothing. We finally got a tow truck to drag us around town with us both standing on the back bumper to get traction but it took about two miles of dragging us, freezing our butts off, before the back wheels would crack. Finally, with more dragging, when put in gear, the engine started. That's the coldest I've ever been.
Sam
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