Basically that.
Dad bought a new carburetor for the impala, but when we actually lifted the hood and took the old carburetor off we discovered something horrible. it was too big.
There was also no chance we were going to be able to get the old carburetor working again. It’s just too broken and rusted.
For more bad news we checked the oil pan, which was about finished filling with oil from the car (we broke the seal on the oil pan bolt thingamajiggerin the proscess of changing the oil. we are so talanted.) unfortunately for us there was radiator fluid floating in the oil.
We were very sad and dissapointed.
So dad prosceeds to look at the engine and determines that we should get an adapter for the carburetor so that it will fit on the engine, then we’ll see if it will start up at all. Though as he examined the intake manifold he decided that it was corroded and that it probably needed a new gasket.
we were both feeling rather sad that evening because I told him i didn’t currently have the money for a new intake thingamajigger and that it would have to wait a while.
so he decided just to get the adapter and see if the car would run with the new carburetor, as he had originally planned.
the next day as mom and i are in the car headed to work, mom almost hits dad with the car while pulling out of the garage. I don’t think that Dad was really paying much attention, as he was holding a box, having said he had something to show me.
He popped up the box lid and showed me a shiny, new intake manifold.
He also bought about 50 bucks worth of spark pluggs.
I don’t think he bought an adapter though.
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