Anyway, before we went wheeling in the snow yesterday he was whining about not having a heater or some crap and I was thinkin' geez, isn't Pete from the East coast where it's freakin' freezing cold like nine months out of the year? Clearly, California living has made him a wuss So much so that while we were tackling frozen icy and snow covered roads he decided to pull the dashboard apart and hot-wire the heater. He wasn't the passenger mind you, he was actually driving! In the end it worked, but only in high. He complained that if he had some tape he could of had the fan selector switch working too. This is what his road repair looked like when we got to the gas station several miles later.