I miss my circa-1966 Datsun station wagon, which I bought from my friend, a Chicago Daily News reporter, in 1971.  I remember driving it to Winnipeg for Christmas, across sub-zero Minnesota, then north through Dakota in a horizontal-falling snowstorm.  It had a heater that warmed up the passenger compartment by 50 degrees.  That meant when it was 20 below outside, it was 30 inside.  

I parked it in Winnipeg and didn't drive it until it was time to leave.  You call some guys who come out with a gizmo that attaches to your oil pan and thaws out the vital fluids.  Jump start, and you're on your way.