I twittered this the other day:
Then Katie twittered this:
So, what does it sound like? Turn up your speakers for a sample from West River Rd at -17F degrees:
Let it be noted that I did stop at the stop sign while switching hands with my camera so I could change gears. And I wasn’t following a plow this time.
Ouch! I feel more sorry for cars in this weather than I do people.
My clutch wasn’t squeaking this morning, but it was sticking. Had to bang it with my foot a little to get it to pop back. I took that as a sign I needed to let my car warm up more.
I don’t believe it. Sounds like someone is going at it in the back of your car on a squeeky mattress. And by going at it, I mean sexual intercourse.
Thanks for clarifying, Freets. At first, I thought you meant someone was molesting a McDonald’s strawberry milkshake with a straw.