Just a kid, I was up in Gloversville NY back in 1957 with my 1948 Plymouth. Got up the next morning, went out to start the car and it was like someone welded the crankshaft to the block! It was 40 below and so dry, I didn't even feel the cold for a few minutes. They had to tow it to a garage, put heat on the pan to get it to turn over. Plymouth's were known for being temperamental anyway, but not that bad. That's the coldest I've ever been. PJ