I once worked with a guy, that had a MGB-GT. He thought it was the Cat's Meow.
I thought it was the Cat's Litterbox.
He was having problems with the carbs. He tried picking my brain.
I think they were SU's, I told him, "I don't know anything about them" I did tell him they were complicated.
Couple days later, he bring' s them to work. He wants me to supervise Him, while he takes them apart. I told him NFW
. He got pissed at me, and said screw you, I'll do it myself. I told him, Bob don't do it.
He starts taking things off the carb, and a spring and a washer go "Bling" right over his shoulder.
Must have gone into the Twilight Zone, because he never found them
Then he blamed me.
I told you, Bob, don't mess with it. He stayed pissed at me for quite a while. Finally after a couple weeks , he asked me, if I wanted to go out to lunch. Sure. Couldn't stay mad at him. He was just a headstrong college kid. I asked him, how he made out, with the carbs, and he ignored me.
His daily driver was a Volkswagen Rabbit. Another UGH!
RIP- B.W.