McGee: No carburetor problems in our house

I’ve never been known as a car repair kinda guy.

So last Friday night over dinner at our favorite Thai restaurant I was telling The Lady of the House a story about two car guys who lent me a hand when they didn’t have to.Grant-McGee

“Way back in the last century I was driving home after my grandmother’s funeral,” I said, reaching for an eggroll. “I was on a long stretch of mountain interstate with nothing around, just miles of star filled sky, no moon.”

“Then my car hiccupped ,” I said. “Then there was a ‘KA-POW’ out the back. There were more hiccups and bumps and KA-POWs. Something was definitely wrong with the car.”

“Off in the distance I saw the lights of a little town. I exited and found myself in a village that had closed up for the night. I stopped, got out and looked around. Country music was coming from ‘BUBBA’S FIX-A-FLAT.’ The lights were on. I was saved.”

“I pulled in and saw two guys inside working on a car. I tapped on the window and they came out. I told them my problem. They pop the hood and tell me my carburetor was about to fall off. They fixed it and didn’t charge me a thing.”

“Good thing it hasn’t happened again,” I said. “I wouldn’t know what to do.”

“Cars don’t have carburetors anymore,” said The Lady of the House.

“Since when?” I asked.

“Since the 1980’s,” she said.

“Nooooo,” I argued reaching for the last eggroll.

The Lady of the House called over our host.

“How long has it been since cars have had carburetors?” she asked.

“Since…” he paused. “…the late 1980’s, I think. Since fuel injection came in.”

“How does everyone know this and I don’t?” I wondered aloud.

The Lady of the House looked back at our host, “And can we get another order of eggrolls? Ours seems to have gone the way of carburetors.”

Grant McGee is a long-time broadcaster and former truck driver who rides bicycles and likes to talk about his many adventures on the road of life. Contact him at his blog: grantmcgeewrites.com.