Yup, you got that right 69,
Meanwhile, the saga continues....
After my van got totalled (a story in itself) I had to rely on 'Black Betty' for my daily driver. After two days she khrapped out, had a carb fire that I quickly put out, and had her towed to my favorite shop. Long story short she had a stuck intake valve that was the root of the problem, and the AFB saw sent out to a local "expert". After pulling, repairing, and reinstalling the cylinder head upon first fire up fuel was leaking our of the accellerator pump~a sign I've come to recognize as the floats being set too high or the neelde and seat not sealing, I also noticed that the choke butterfly still showed signs of the fire. Limped her to this "expert" and left it as their shop was backed up with work, a lot of that going around, everyone's short of mechanics in this town. Got a call a few hours later and was told it was all ready to go. I ran down between departures at my station and picker her up. I didn't get four blocks before she khrapped out again. This was on a very busy two lane one way street on Friday (groan) so I pulled out my cautionary triangles from when I was a driver and ran back to the "expert" shop. Turned out the guy was gone but the office person said they'd get in touch with him and send him to my Jeep. By the time I slogged back a meter maid had pulled behind my Jeep, luckily I was able to convince her that help was on the way. Meanwhile tick-tock, it was getting near the next departure at my locked up shop. The "expert" finally arrived and he limped it back to his shop. In my haste I dropped my station keys somewhere and had to break into my station, by the grace of the Almighty I was able to get in and retrieve my spare set of keys. This trip was only supposed to take 10-15 minutes but this was going on an hour while I'm supposed to be on shift. By the end of the day I was beat down, sore and tired. Stopped by the "expert" shop and he told me that he bent the floats so now it's okay. I asked him about float drop and it seemed he didn't know what I was talking about.
Driving it home I could feel the spark plugs loading up and poor "BB" was bucking, shaking and spitting by the time I got home, I was thoroughly ****ed. I'm going to tell the shop owner that "BB" was at where I was doing the work to not pay that damm idiot. So when I have time HA! I'm going to pull the AFB again and see where he went wrong, also have to change the plugs again....
