When I got married, my wife moved up to live with me in Canada in the dead of winter. Our only car was a manual rust bucket my brother gifted us with. For some reason, it was always freezing cold in that car. I eventually squeezed an old pizza box in front of the rad and it helped retain a modicum of heat. But man what a junker…

At any rate, we’d get off work and it would of course already be dark and I’d take her to a parking lot to teach her stick. She’d be trying to do donuts in the snow while the car was lurching around or spinning the tires. She just kept getting angrier and it didn’t help when I’d yell “you’re gonna stall! give it more gas!” Our marriage was seriously tested at that point but by some miracle we’re still together?