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Last night I was settling in for a nice long warm night when I got a phone call. It was

derien, the car wouldn't start, battery seemed fine, but starter wasn't turning the engine. So I took the van out to the airport to get the car going. It was cold. It was dark. It was windy. After some inspection that revealed nothing apparently disconnected and no quick solution to the starter that wouldn't start, we push started the car on the 4th or 5th try. I got back in the van to drive it home and it did its flooding/won't-start-come-hell-or-high-water trick. After much cursing, I left it at the airport.

So this morning I woke to the prospect of auto troubles with subfreezing temps and a windchill of sweet 16F. Lying down on the pavement is how I imagine being touched by a ring wraith feels. It saps the life out of you amazingly quickly. Even in daylight I found no loose connections and after some initial attempts I decided there was no way in hell I was going to pull the starter. So we push started it again,

derien took the car to the dealership, and I did dishes to warm my hands up.