OH, BLOCK HEATER, I SING YOUR PRAISES . . .
Kendallville, Indiana: Cold, cold and cold. Really cold . . . especially when we are talking diesel. On those mornings when I have remembered the night before to make sure the heater that warms the block is plugged in, I could just get out and kiss it as the engine starts right up and the oil is warm and moving smoothly. Of course, I always hope that I will remember to unplug the heater before I start to back out; I didn't once. oooooooh, that was sad.
posted by Jody @ 6:50 AM
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