Back when I was a newlywed, my wife and I decided to go for a ride on Christmas eve in the 52 Chieftain. It was cold and had snowed that day, but the roads were clear (this was up in Camp Hill, Pa). We were out looking at some Christmas lights in the neighborhood when the Big Chief started to sputter, then stalled. For half an hour I tried to get the Chief running, the entire time my new bride was shivering next to me. Since it was about midnight, I couldn't knock on anyone's door to let my wife warm up, so she decided to try and start the car. She must have a magic touch because it started right up for her. I thought for sure we were going to freeze! Thankfully we can laugh about it now, 11 years later. Anybody else have any Griswald-like holiday car stories?
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