Oh, the old carburetor. You had to stick a pencil in the butterfly valve to start the car.
LOL, it reminds me of the time I had my car stolen.
I had a 1966 Dodge Dart, a real beater. It was in such bad shape visually, it was one of those cars you would abuse on the outside because it was so rusted and dented there was no bringing it back. (It was my winter car)
But it had a slant six in it, and as long as I threw a can of oil in it now and again, it ran relentlessly. It was one of those cars that started immediately when it was cold, but...when it was hot, if you screwed the pooch and flooded it, you wouldn’t be able to get it started until the car DID cool off.
So, when you stopped somewhere and turned off the engine to go into a package store to buy some beer, when you came out to drive away, you couldn’t give it ANY gas at all when starting until the engine caught, otherwise it would flood and you would be screwed. Being a young guy, I just got used to driving it that way instead of fixing it.
Well, I came out of my part time college job at the university hospital and went to get my beater Dodge, and it was gone. For nearly an hour, I wandered around looking, even though I was pretty sure I had parked in this specific area.
Then it occurred to me: My car has been stolen. No, who would steal that piece of junk? But it is gone. Maybe the emergency brake gave way and it rolled into traffic and got towed. So I went inside to ask Security, and they said, no, no cars had been towed.
I hesitated, then said “I think my car has been stolen.”
About three days later I get a call from several towns over, saying they found my car and it was at an impound lot with the ignition ripped out. It had been abandoned in the parking lot of a 24 hour convenience store, and after three days, they called the cops.
So I went over to claim it and drive it home. I knew how to hot wire a car, so I figured I could get it on the road.
When I walked over to it in the impound lot and went to jump in, I saw the air filter and the carburetor cover all jumbled in the back seat, and burst out laughing. I knew exactly what happened to the car thieves.
They stopped their newly stolen car to go inside and get some butts or something, and when they came out, the car refused to start. The idiots must have been trying to get it started and thrown the filter and stuff in the back seat, and then realized they had the hood up on a hot car in a very public place. They probably realized the path to jail would only be a little shorter if they walked up to a cop and asked him to cuff them!
That car was such a beater, I never even fixed the ignition, I just bought a couple of rocker switches and wired them in. No keys!