My First Car

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First cars are really special. Their new owners have dreamed for years about the exciting experiences they'll have while driving them. However, these first-car dreams don't always come true. Like most teenagers, I had to settle for a used car, but at least some of my first-car dreams seemed likely to come true since my first car was a three-year old 1966 Mustang, the epitome of mid-1960's automotive cool. Despite its high coolness factor, my first car had some major problems -- a tendency to flood its carburetor, a lack of control on wet pavement, and a voracious thirst for oil -- that made owning it a less-than-cool experience. One of my Mustang's major drawbacks was its tendency to flood its carburetor at the worst possible moments. I discovered the carburetor-flooding tendency after I drove my new-to-me Mustang over to my best friend’s house to show it off. After demonstrating its features and encouraging envious comments, I loaded several friends into the passenger seats and expectantly floored the accelerator pedal, hoping to further impress my buddies with the engine’s power. Instead, I killed the engine. As I soon discovered, the only way to unflood the carburetor, other than waiting twenty minutes or so for the carburetor to clear itself, was to get out, open the hood, remove the air filter cover, prop open the carburetor with a screwdriver, get back into the car, and restart the car while flooring the accelerator, forcing air into the carburetor and clearing the excess fuel. Of course, I then had to get out again, remove the screwdriver, replace the air filter cover, close the hood, and get back into the car before I could drive it away. This tendency to stall, especially at stoplights when other cars were waiting behind mine, became an embarrassment that reinforced itself

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