I had finished my beer, I closed the door and had to towel off again. We were both soaked. I should have resisted from the start! That last part was a lie, she couldn’t care less where I was or who I was with. I didn’t have anything clean but this!” She said apologetically. “Come inside!” Lindsey yelled running with her jacket over her head. Lindsey opened the garage for me, I limped my car in, and grabbed my tools. I said, fuck it, and dumped the clutch at about thirty five hundred rpm. I just had a beautiful young lady alone, and nearly crossed the line. I approached her with caution. She seemed hurt by that comment. I tried to keep my head down in my task, but she came over and leaned over the fender. Soon as I started my car I noticed something wrong, these older carbs have issues with the needle and seats, they get dirt or debris in them and stick open, flooding engine.
