Because of the way modern engines work, I guess it's less of an issue for those with newer cars.

But once upon a time, starting a vehicle on cold mornings took a combination of skill, patience and prayer.

Whether one chose to wheedle, plead, coax or cajole, though, the verbal part of the process was crucial.

Some preferred to go with a basic "C'mon, c'mon, c'monnnnnn."

Some opted to assume the role of desperate supplicant and whisper "Please baby, please."

And others adopted a belligerent posture, sort of like Ralphie's dad dealing with the furnace.

But whether you viewed it as a test of wills or a spin off the roulette wheel, one thing was certain.

It was impossible to keep quiet. 

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