Jonathan,
My first car in 1967 was a 59 Bugeye that I drove to high school through a Massachusetts winter. I guess it was well equipped for winter work since it had sliding plexiglass side curtains, a hardtop and snow tires. I used to keep a droplight under the bonnet at night to try to warm it up for the start in the morning, which still always took a few shots of starting fluid to coax it into life. Scraping the windshield was a necessity, because I couldn't count on the squirrel cage blower to have enough juice to defrost it . Once the car got up to temperature, which took forever, it actually got quite toasty. If it was snowing, the flakes would find a way to get between the side curtains and windscreen and land in my lap. And cleaning the windscreen on the fly was always an adventure with the hand operated windshield washer pump. After I got to school, I had to remember to take a can of spray deicer with me, otherwise I wasn't going to be able to open the sliding windows that had frozen up when I was in class. And since the only door handles were inside the car, if I couldn't get the windows open, I was walking home. I often think of these times when I try to decide whether the heated seats in our Outback should be set to high or low. Still, I also remember how much fun it was to pretend I was Paddy Hopkirk driving in the Monte Carlo while I was flinging the Bugeye through the snow-packed roads between the cranberry bogs.