NO OLD GUTTERAL REACTIONS
'My Studebaker was burping, spitting
back on itself - all that old carburetor
stuff. No one ever understood a thing.
Jets and adjustments, running rich and
coughing up. The car stumbled like
a lineman with a broken foot. I had
all the intentions of a dentist in an
old-people's home to make things
work; to have a go. One time we
bathed a carburetor in acetone, or
kerosene, or something, I forget.
Did it right in old Ma's bathtub.
Ruined the finish on that forever.
Boy was she mad. (I'd say 'fired
up' but that's too car-like now).'
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