My dad was MacGyver

It was time to get my '66 Mustang out of the Utah winters and home to CA to sell.  Dad flew out to drive me back, since it was a sizable drive in November.  (Also there were no seatbelts in those old cars and my defrost was being weird so I had this nonstop fog on the inside of the windshield.)  We got on our way and the weather was pretty bad.  Whoever wasn't driving would wipe the windshield and fiddle with the heat controls.  A few hours into the drive it was apparent that the heater wasn't working at all anymore and the little draft that didn't seem so bad at first was freezing us out.  I was as cold as I'd ever been and Dad told me something about losing toes and fingers in that kind of cold, so we exited as soon as we could and found an auto parts store.  I'm not sure exactly how he did it, but with a piece of hose he rerouted some hot water from the engine.  It may have taken him 20 minutes, and what we had was a coil of burning hot hose at the passenger's feet.  I kicked off my shoes and put my socked feet on top of that hose with a blanket over me and it, to trap in the heat.  Woo!  What sweet relief!  We took turns being the freezing driver and being the toasty passenger.  I have always been so impressed with that.  He was very cool that way.  And MAN, was I so glad that my dad was there with me on that drive!!

-Wendy (aka Biscuit)