You step outside and your boogers freeze.
My 13-year-old car complained mightily about the weather. The first time I moved the steering wheel, it made a whining noise that sounded like a Nazgul with bronchitis.
Then I noticed that the fuel gauge was reading below empty, and the Low Fuel light was on. I got some of the gas that is used for the lawnmower, and poured it in. The gauge didn’t budge, but I knew there was at least 2 gallons in the tank. After dropping the kids off at school, I bought some gas, and the gauge must have liked the warm gas from the vats, because it started working again.
I knew that you Minnesota and Alaska readers may think this is whining, but it is quite cold for Erie. I do expect some sympathy from my readers in South Africa and London, as soon as they make the calculation that zero Fahrenheit = -18 Celcius.