Hi, Mr. Fixit here and am I ever pissed! It’s late at night and instead of relaxing in front of the T.V. or amusing myself on Blogit, I am messing with a carburetor. No, not that tool of the devil from the ‘60s used to incinerate certain herbs in ritual events, that tool of the devil that sits under the hood of my ’76 GMC pickup. I guess I really only have myself to blame. I am cheap and I fancy myself to have some mechanical inclination. By the way, a mechanical inclination can be thought of as... Sign in to see full entry.