<strong>Yahoo Message Number: 55263</strong>Twas the night before New Years, and out on the street, sat my poor little Intrigue, all covered with sleet. The starter was frozen, the battery dead, and clusters of icicles hung from the head. Mama with the cables, and I with the wrench, were trying to start it, but drawing a blank. The best we could raise was a weak little clatter and we...