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Morning all , here with more tales ,of cars that won't start ,my favorite subject ,ha ha ha , well I was lucky enough to have grown up when the carburetor was king , any way ,I can't speak for every one of course ,but one of my favorite ,things ,was stalling at the stop sign , been there many times as a kid , my mom would never let the car warm up ,even when it took a while to start , just throw in gear back out the drive ,spitting and sputtering ,put it in drive and off we would go ,and damn near every time ,that first stop sign ,she would pull up as soon as it stopped rolling ,it would die ,even before she tried to restarted it you could smell the gas ,so nice ,well her leg and the key were like one ,the very second she turned that key her leg was bouncing up and down on that pedal , now I admit there were some embarrassing moments ,it did not matter if any one was behind us or not ,didn't bother her at all ,but I still couldn't help myself ,I loved it ,,at that time we had 64 olds 98 man I love the sound of that engine when it would not start ,get me so damn excited I couldn't hardly stand it ,mom she would crank and pump and pump and crank ,,must be where I got my love it the long crank ,cause she would just hold that key over forever ,now I'm sure it didn't take that long ,but sometimes it seems like for ever ,even so I was always bummed out when it did finally start ,well guess that's it for now ,just wanted to sure that old memory with you guys ,later ,hope it's a good day for everyone !!
Probably my favorite stop sign stall occurred when I was in grade school (late 60's). There was a crosswalk near my school, with a crossing guard and almost always a line of cars leaving the school after dropping off kids. One wet morning a woman and her pretty teenage daughter pulled up to the crosswalk and their ~1960's Mercedes stalled. The woman cranked and cranked as the daughter looked nervously at her mother, the line of cars growing behind them. I could see the mother pumping, or at least bouncing gently, as she made several long cranks. I never saw if she got the car started because I had to cross with the group and get to school. When I looked at the end of the block she was still struggling.