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I left home in my 40 year old car without a cell phone (68 std coupe).
Flooded it a little starting it up and taking it out of the driveway…the car was having a tough time shaking it off.
Stalled at the bottom of the hill I live on, running rough…stalled at the bank machine.
Opened the hood, there’s gas everywhere.
Locked it up, walked to the grocery store to pick up some rags to soak up some of the gas so I can see where the leak is coming from, and realized I left my wallet laying on the passenger seat after throwing it there when stalled at the bank machine.
Go back to the car, wallet is still there, soak up the fuel, try cranking it over a bit….
…fuel everywhere, so much I can’t tell where the hell the leak is coming from (suspect stuck or sunken float).
Lock up the car, look across the parking lot, there is a CAA truck on his day off.
Got him to give me a tow home (thank god I’m a member) and while he is hooking up, I realize, not only did I lock the keys in the car, but the keys are in the ON position WITH AN ENGINE BAY FULL OF FUEL! (WTF?!?!?!?! When the hell do I lock the keys in the car?!?!?! …and when the hell do I leave the keys in the ON position?!?!?!)
Got the car back home, late for the afternoon shift at work, I didn’t get any of my crap done and worse, I didn’t have any lunch!
Luckily I had a nice fairly fresh 67 2V carb sitting in the garage atop my 67 2v 289!
…never leave the house in a 40 year old car without tools and without your phone!
That was my reminder of what it was like to drive a carburated car 20+ years ago. Ah yes, I remember now!