It was definitely a different day for me. I went to Limon, Colorado to go treasure hunting. I bought a complete 6.9, a rebuilder 7.3, and, judging by the air cleaner, a ATS 085 turbo (it looks like everything is there but I can't tell at this point). To say that I'm a pretty big wimp in the cold wouldn't be much of an understatement. I knew that it was going to be cold so I put a sleeping bag in my truck just in case of the worst. I was going to get up at 4:00 this morning and get on the road, but I woke up at 3:40 and decided to just stay up. Due to the potential deer situation, I drove between 55 and 60 until I got to the Interstate. We were supposed to meet between 9;00 and 9:30, but we both got there early. While I was still in Kansas, heading west, I almost cried when the radio said that it was -14* in Limon. I didn't turn around and go home because I wanted to make the purchase. Yes, it was cold. We talked for probably an hour after the deal was all done. When we were about to leave, I looked down and noticed that I had on a flannel shirt and a sweat jacket, but my coat was hanging open and I wasn't wearing any gloves. The sun was shining on the right side of my face and it felt nice and warm. I stopped at a gas station before leaving Limon. While I was pumping fuel, my coat was inside the truck. I looked across the street and one building to the left at a sign that told the time and temperature. I almost fainted when it said 12*! I would have bet money that it was 30. Nothing really exciting happened on the drive home. It was a LOOONG day though. And, once again, I get to wash all of the salt off of my truck.