On Sat, 07 Jan 2017 21:26:42 -0500, wrote:

A guy I used to work with drove a '60 corvair and lived "out in the
sticks" up around Drayton Ontario. In the winter he parked it in the
corn crib, and when he got up in the morning he put the coffee on, and
went out to the corn crib where he has a steel fence post wrapped in
burlap and chichen wire soaking in a barrel of old engine oil and a
bit of diesel. He'd pull it out, spash some gas on it, and light it,
then stuff it under the back of the old corvair and go in for
breakfast. The back end of that butter yellow corvair was a tarball,
but he got in to work every day.

And you cannucks call us rednecks? Have mercy :-)