On these cold ass morning's and you go into the garage to start your baby and she has an electric fan, "TURN THE DAMN THING ON!". There I feel better .
Nothing like walking up to her and see steam/smoke billowing out from under hood and car. Panic button, not yet. When I walk up to her the aroma is of AF, shiet. Anyway move truck out of drive, back the old girl out and start the clean up. Nice to have a box of old ragide towels. Mess cleaned, and rinsed. The ol girl back into her nest. Now need to stop and get AF.
Boy did I feel stupid.
That's my take.