Today I learned that my car is just as Southern as I am.
When I got up this morning, it was a frigid 2 degrees. That is not a typo. Literally 2 degrees. The kind of 2 degrees where you walk outside and any exposed limb immediately feels serious pain. The kind of 2 degrees where 2 pairs of gloves, layered over one another, don't keep your fingers from being frozen within 4 minutes.
And my poor car was suffering.
I started it this morning, and it groaned. Then moaned. Then started.
I said, "I know, it's too cold to go anywhere." But I went anyway.
This afternoon it got up to a comparatively balmy 9 degrees. (At least my nostrils didn't freeze the moment I took a breath).
And my poor car still moaned.
"I know, but we have errands to run."
It started. And my car ran just fine. But I'm a little worried about the toll this harsh winter is going to taken on us Southerners.
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