Years ago I worked at American Motors in Kenosha WI and lived near Milwaukee (45 minutes away). The superintendent of our building decided to have a Christmas party at a local bar after work. After playing cards for a few hours it was time to try to get home. (Sure wish I remembered what those chips looked like!) My car would not start. Why not? Well it was -25 degrees with a 40 mph wind. The weatherman had been saying all day to not go anywhere because the wind chill was -110 degrees. We tried for two hours to get it going. It wanted to start but it was just too cold to spin the motor fast enough. I finally got it going when one of the production supervisors with a 10 year old car jumped me. His battery was about 6 times the size of the others. It fired off the first time. Now all I had to do was pray that the gas line would not freeze up (it had done that the day before) or anything else happened or I would be a popsicle. I don't think I saw another car on the whole way home and was never so glad to get there. Talk about young and stooopid!
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