Well my wife refuses to get a new car. The one she drives is a 1985 Buick Park Ave. It was her mothers car who bought it new back then. My wife, who is in her late 30's uses this car everyday for work. It is really in good shape, her mom lived in the southwest so the body is in really good condition. It has over 90,000 miles on it. We live in the upper midwest where winters are very cold. So here is the story. The car is in need of a good tune up, but my wife does not have the time to take it in for a day to get worked on. This winter we have had a lot of snow and very cold weather. My wife usually leaves for work around 6 am, but goes out about 20 minutes early to start her car. Now this car does not like the cold weather. The old Buick has not been taken to good of care by my wife, in other words she is a slob. She is a very heavy cigarette smoker as was her mother, so the car has been smoked in since it was new. Inside the car it is a site to see. The ashtray that is mounted in the dash I don't think has ever been closed, and is always full to overflowing. The windows, dash, and everything else has that sticky brown film on it. Ok you get the picture. Now this morning it was about 6 degrees out, and she was running a little late, so I had nothing to do so I told her I would go out and scrape her windows. She usually goes out with a lit cigarette and she usually smokes it while starting her car. So we go out, she gets in and I reach in the back seat to get the scraper, now mind you I really don't get in her car that much, we usually take my truck, but I open the door and I get a blast of stale cigarette smoke, oh and I am not a smoker, the scraper is buried under papers, empty cigarette packs and other junk. I close the door and start cleaning the glass when I hear this loud fast thumping noise. It was her pounding the heck out of the gas pedal. I opened the door and asked her what she was doing and she replied that she has to pump it before she tries starting it. So I go back to my job, and she is sitting there bouncing in the seat with her cigarette in her mouth. She then turns the key and it turns over slowly, she cranked it for about 30 seconds, stopped pumped the gas pedal several more times and tired again. This time she was pumping the gas while cranking it and the pumping was non stop, hard and fast. It didn't even act like it wanted to start. I was done so I got in next to her. She was bouncing in the seat, pumping and pumping. I could see she was getting angry, she was sucking that cigarette like no tomorrow. After about 5 minutes of pumping and cranking she crushed the cigarette out in the full ashtray, she was patting her coat pockets, I asked what she was looking for, she said damn I left my cigarettes in the house, I told her I would go get them. I got out ran inside and hurried back not wanting to miss anything. While I was gone she continued to try and start it As I walked up to the car I could hear her slamming that poor gas pedal, also in the still cold air I could smell gas, I said to myself oh no she flooded it. So I got in she quickly lit another cigarette and went back at it pumping and cranking. Here is where I made a mistake, I told her she might have flooded it, and she looked at me and snapped, "this is how I do it every morning while you are still in bed, so don't tell me what I am doing wrong" I sat there quietly, a few more minutes went by and it started to come to life. She said to me that she has to pump it hard to get enough gas into it otherwise it will not start. A few moments later it finally started, she sat there keeping her foot on the gas to make sure it didn't die out. She crushed out the second cigarette and lit yet another one. To that end I didn't have any idea she did this every morning. Now I get up and spy on her. What a show she puts on. One thing, I did offer to buy her a new car, her reply, " unless it has a smokers package I don't want one, I will keep what I have.