Villanova: Petes CarWe took Petes 40 Ford (blue coupe, 48 Merc flathead) to a house outside of Camarillo (friend of Petes, whats-is-name?) to install three double-barrel carbs. Pete and whats-is-name worked on the installation while I watched Pete. Whats-is-name had to leave for paid work at the Fosters Freeze in Ventura leaving Pete far from finished. Bet you wont make it in by the time I quit. Bet. Bye. I knew and still know nothing about cars. The carburetors had some kind of linkage and the installation required a hole to be cut in the firewall which required relocating the fuel pump (? and/or block? something) and a lot of new hoses. And a lot of beer. Pete couldnt stop the gas from leaking. Well shit its good enough. If we dont go now well never make it by midnight. We were flying along a county road just arriving at some little town when whatever that linkage was got stuck so we couldnt slow down below seventy but the town was asleep and we got through. The gas fumes were so heavy I thought wed both get sick and we wondered would it be okay to smoke. We lit up and (obviously) didnt get blown up. And we made it to the Foster Freeze just before midnight and whats-is-names eyes popped No shit! and Pete beat up a Mexican. I remember: the linkage was progressive.