Re: Audi 1990 90

[VINCELYONS@aol.com]

I wrote:
>I spent a year in La Crosse one day...    Fix the seat heater.

You wrote:
Ok, wait... is this that NEW MATH stuff?   <G>  hehehehe

I Wrote:
>The value of a toasty ass can not be understated.
You wrote: 
 Uh huh... it gets CoLd in these parts!  :) >>


Way back in '83....
It was a blizzard... OAT (outside air temp) was -4. 
Arrived O'hare aprox 00:30 local... pilot got lucky.
Departed Bart Simpson's rental car company aprox 01:00
Crossed WI by watching the telephone poles, mailboxes & fences...
The blowing snow obscured the road, couldn't tell if there had ever been a
plow out...
About 02:00 realized the rented AMC Concorde (aka:Rambler Classic) didn't
have an operational thermostat.  The heater... it didn't.  Breath freezing on
inside of windshield, grateful Mr Bic's lighter is handy little torch.
 Alternated 
between warming hands & defrosting windshield.
About 04:00 started seeing milk trucks on the road, lots of lights to follow.
Around 06:00 arrived Viroqua, WI and met future Mother-in-law... ( temp
dropped).

Later that day exchanged the Rambler with Bart's people from LaCrosse
Airport. They gave me a Chevette.  Toured the worlds biggest six pack and
then saw it from Grandpa's Bluf. Late that afternoon while motoring along in
the chevette on a desolate something of a road, I discovered that just
because
they plow the road 20ft wide doesn't mean the road is 20ft wide. I had pulled
onto what I thought was the shoulder so I could jump out with the 35mm and
turn the setting sun into a kodak moment.  Instead I gaped in wonderment as
the Chevette sank up to it's knees in what wasn't a road.  The Chevette 
you see wasn't a Quattro.  We walked to a farm and stopped a milk truck
driver who had a tow chain....  He asked me if I wanted to get in the
Chevette and release th brake, put it in neutral, and steer it back on the
road as he pulled 
it.  I told him I wasn't worried about anything happening to the car and to
just
give it an extra tug. Naturally, I opened my wallet and tried to thank the 
milk truck driver with a picture of a dead president, he refused it as he
knew
my father-in-law to be ( the UofW county extension agent ). and of course
my wife to be was embarassed by her city slicker husband-to-be who 
didn't understand that mid-west people didn't have to be paid to do nice
things. It got colder yet. So... as I stated earlier, I spent a year in La
Crosse one day...    Fix the seat heater.

Vince Lyons