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I don't know Al. It was 37 below (F) here on my road a few years back. It gets to 20-25 below pretty often. 37 below was the lowest I've ever seen it though. The official temp wasn't that low but out here between the hills it always gets considerable colder than it does along the Ohio River which is where they check for the offical temps. It was my first day on the job at the post office. It took me about half an hour to get my Subaru started. After it started it was another 10 minutes before it would run well enough for me to take off in it. I really didn't feel all that cold that morning.
Another morning it was about 20 below and I was driving another Subaru to work. It had a turbo on it and that thing didn't like cold weather too well because it would spin at all. I think it must have built up too much pressure because they wastegate wouldn't open or something. Whatever the reason by the time I got to work the block had a big hole in the side of it and there was a nice little puddle of oil underneath. That was the end of that Subaru. They're great cars for delivering mail but not with a turbo engine.
I had heard that the Finns would enjoy an occasionaly meal of lye soaked fish but I guess I heard wrong. I'm still amazed that people eat that stuff and live.
That's pretty strange Stephen. I have a similar story about the family farm. My great grandfather won it in a poker game. It was common for working men to get together with all the money they had saved and play a game of poker, winner take all, to see who got to buy a farm and have a chance to raise a family. Individually they never had much of a chance to buy a farm and without one they just couldn't feed a family. But it seems my grandfather lost the farm in another poker game. He liked to gamble a little too much. The farm was out of the family for about 15 years when my grandfather won it back in another poker game.
Gambling was a pretty big thing for a lot of people in this area. Keeneland actually started close to where I live only it was called Raceland now. There's still a town by that name here but they moved the track operation to Lexington and they've been there since. My grandfather fed the horses there pretty regular I hear. He had to pass it going to and from work and I guess it was a hard temptation for him to pass up apparently.
That homemade hootch sounds pretty rough Stephen. My uncle got busted making shine and was sent to reform school for it. But those Ruskies are a hearty bunch. They don't have much problem with the cold either especially those from the St. Petersburg area. People live on the streets there with no shoes except for carboard tied to their feet etc.. And it gets mighty cold in that part of the world too. Just a short hop to Finland from there too. I knew a family that moved there after the Soviet thing fell apart. They wer missionaries from our church. The way those people live is something else. I thought about going over there to help myself for a while but my health got too bad.
Another morning it was about 20 below and I was driving another Subaru to work. It had a turbo on it and that thing didn't like cold weather too well because it would spin at all. I think it must have built up too much pressure because they wastegate wouldn't open or something. Whatever the reason by the time I got to work the block had a big hole in the side of it and there was a nice little puddle of oil underneath. That was the end of that Subaru. They're great cars for delivering mail but not with a turbo engine.
I had heard that the Finns would enjoy an occasionaly meal of lye soaked fish but I guess I heard wrong. I'm still amazed that people eat that stuff and live.
That's pretty strange Stephen. I have a similar story about the family farm. My great grandfather won it in a poker game. It was common for working men to get together with all the money they had saved and play a game of poker, winner take all, to see who got to buy a farm and have a chance to raise a family. Individually they never had much of a chance to buy a farm and without one they just couldn't feed a family. But it seems my grandfather lost the farm in another poker game. He liked to gamble a little too much. The farm was out of the family for about 15 years when my grandfather won it back in another poker game.
Gambling was a pretty big thing for a lot of people in this area. Keeneland actually started close to where I live only it was called Raceland now. There's still a town by that name here but they moved the track operation to Lexington and they've been there since. My grandfather fed the horses there pretty regular I hear. He had to pass it going to and from work and I guess it was a hard temptation for him to pass up apparently.
That homemade hootch sounds pretty rough Stephen. My uncle got busted making shine and was sent to reform school for it. But those Ruskies are a hearty bunch. They don't have much problem with the cold either especially those from the St. Petersburg area. People live on the streets there with no shoes except for carboard tied to their feet etc.. And it gets mighty cold in that part of the world too. Just a short hop to Finland from there too. I knew a family that moved there after the Soviet thing fell apart. They wer missionaries from our church. The way those people live is something else. I thought about going over there to help myself for a while but my health got too bad.