I grew up in Michigan so I know cold. I remember how a car would make this weird groaning noise when you'd try to start it on a freezing cold morning. I live in Indianapolis for two years before moving to California and I remember the last winter there - one day, shortly before Christmas, I awoke to bright, crisp blue sky and a fresh blanket of snow. The kind of snow that's all powdery and sparkly as it lays there, covering everything in soft pillows. The windows were all lined with a delicate layer of frost. It was gorgeous, but you knew from the look that is was cold. Extremely cold. Bone chilling cold.

It was 23 below zero. No wind chill, just cold. With a capital "F", if you get my meaning.

I went outside to start the car, expecting to hear that tell take groaning noise a car makes in cold weather.

Damn thing didn't groan though. I swear it actually just laughed at me!!




Fast forward to this morning here in SoCal. I left the house at 5:30AM. Top down. Short sleeve shirt. Didn't even bother with the seat heaters!! Temp display on the dash read 72F as I drove down out of the foothills, the lights of Orange County laid out before in another sort of sparkling blanket. Nice.