Last night, it went from pouring rain (1.35 inches) and 55 degrees to 18 degrees this morning. The door latch mechanism on my 1999 Jimmy was frozen solid on the driver's side because it was exposed to the most rain.
I was able to open the passenger door. The tricky part was scooching my butt over the tall console onto the driver's seat, and then pulling my legs across.
It wasn't bad then, but I got hit with a hugh backache this afternoon as a delayed reaction to those moves.
roads are purty good... snow is dry...
headin' to a gunshow in town when I get off... lookin' tuh trade muh stainless Ruger 10/.22 fer a Marlin 917 in .17 HMR... free float the barrel... drop in a new trigger... Simmons 6-16x40 scope...
mmmmmmmmm varmint greaser...
That little maneuver ain't something us old folk should try ;~D
At times like this, alleve is our friend. Bench seats are our friends...course don't even know if they make 'em anymore.