Winter 1976/77(memory fails), near Toronto during one of the coldest, snowiest winters ever.
Dave had the learn-to-fly bug.
Dad allowed use of the mid-60’s 172 with the O-300-D -stored outside, no hangars at this airport.
Lessons were always 8:00am
That meant;
-drain oil day before, store by furnace in basement
-same with battery
-in the freezing dark, by headlights, run homemade propane heater into cowl (imagine loud blower, scary flame cone) while scraping crusted snow off surfaces, chopping ice around tires. Shovel pathways for tires to escape snowed-in tiedown area to hard packed snow of (grass) ‘taxiway’.
-Once snow removed, get battery from warm, running car, pour oil in, remove propane heater (3rd degree burns likely here), hop into cockpit in which seats are frozen solid and cold & hard as a block of ice. Breath hangs frozen, mid air - till it finds a window to cling to (which also needs scraping later) Master on, hear DG/AI scream & groan, prime a bunch, crank. Fires a few cylinders then nothing.
Yep, frosted plugs; heater wasn’t enough.
Oh well, the sun is going to be up soon -that will make pulling cowl, heating up plugs easier. Leave cowl off till this is all over.
Usually during all this, have to pull car up to airplane to boost the abused battery.
Hearing that engine catch and run is one satisfying sound! Sit there idling for 15 minutes, trying to massage some feeling back into toes and fingers.
Going to make my lesson after all today!