I just spent the day trying to find a frozen spot in my water line. I started at 5:30am. My boyz and I (they are boyz after the gangsta performance they did going into the crawlspace today) found it and crossed the streams on it with hairdriers and propane torches at 3:05pm. This is a great example of real life being much more unbelievable than fiction--there was maybe 20' of pipe, a quarter of it plastic and the rest copper, through many bends and twists and passages through walls, but it took all day to solve the problem. In fiction, you point your halogen at the pipe, the problem is solved in twnety minutes and the chicks wring out their panties and the hero gets the keys to the city. In real life you discover the carcas of a dead cat right where you have to put your face while your reach through an impossibly small hole that no fat ass plumber could ever have gotten into to solder the pipe, and you hand is too numb to be able to tell if its on fire or been immersed in liquid nitrogen--and you are feeling to see if a pipe is frozen.
Right here I had intended to head into an in-depth thesis on the torque converter because it's such a non-appreciated and totally ignored device, but I dont feel like it. Maybe later.