
Where else but in the Military can a poor boy from Arkanas end up driving a Pinto Runabout to Alaska and stand in 30 below weather next to the Yukon River freezing his butt off and loving every minute of it?

I really liked that pinto. I could tell a horror story though. The time it got so cold one of the contacts broke off the points. It was 30 to 40 below and I had driven for two hours and seen nothing but the road in front of me. That was one of the few times in my life I felt that I just might have a problem making it to the next day.
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