Slant six engines-- Chrysler/Plymouth/Dodge--got me thinking about my first. Paid $200 in 1974 for a Plymouth Belvedere with 96,000 miles, which was seriously geriatric in those times. But this one had new brakes, muffler--and maybe shocks?. We called it "the green limousine" because it was a smooth ride next to my '62 3/4 ton Chevy pickup that bumped down our dirt road like a hay wagon. We loved that vehicle (if it still exists on the internet there's a story I published about 20 years ago "the green limousine"--nope, apparently Exquisite Corpse is gone).
One winter ('77, '78?) I worked as a milking hand for a dairyman, 6 miles away. Which meant that I had to leave the house early to be at his barn for milking at 5 a.m. every morning of the week. Several miles from the Canadian border (NY) it got chilly--it was nothing to wake up to 20 below zero. We had no electricity or plumbing at our place, so you couldn't plug in a block heater for easy starting. I had that worked out however.
Every morning when I got up and started coffee (4:15 or so?), I raked out the bed of coals from my woodstove into an aluminum turkey roaster pan, carried it outside and slid it under the car, right under the oil pan. About 20 minutes later that thing started up like it had been in a warm garage. Damn, I was proud of that system. Was driving home from milking one morning around 9:30 and stopped where an old-timer was struggling to get a vehicle started. He gestured to my Plymouth and said, "What, do you take that thing to bed with you?"
Proud as hell all winter until the spring when it started trailing blue smoke out the exhaust. I learned that the excess heat from the coals had cooked the oil. Killed that engine.