Okay.... here it is... one of my embarrassing stories. I bought the Weber carburetor book from CB Performance so I could do my own tuning. I started throwing the carbs out of tune and sync then would real it all back in. I'm sure most of you have all done this.
Well during one of my little learning experiences I filled up with bad gas but I didn't realize it. Now I spent many fricken hours trying to fix this problem. Doing everything by the book but having zero success. I made some shout outs, but not to people that knew me because I was pretty embarrassed that I couldn't fix it myself. So in-the-meantime I drive the car. A week passes and every night after work I'm screwing with the car. "Dinner's ready". "Okay I'll be there in a minute"... You get the picture... "Dinners cold. I'm not going to fix it for you if you're not going to eat it!"... Damnit.
So... I'm workin' on it and now almost out of gas. I'm quite aways from home over in a business complex after hours. It's getting late. I'm trying to tune this thing away from neighboring ears... it's dark now and the batteries in the flashlight were about dead, my patience and temper are in check. I finally gave it up and decided to head for home. I came around a corner and damn if I didn't run out of gas. I coasted to a stop.
Okay... Exxon station within eyesight. I called them, "Do you have a gas can I can borrow?" In a foreign accent, "No. But we do have one that you can purchase!". Called home but no answer. Okay... Fine. Fine!!! I get out and began pushing... I started thinking about all the milkshakes, the double-double cheeseburgers, and all the other crap food that I have ingested over the years... I stopped, very pissed off now. I resigned, got back in the car. "F-it! I'm not 20 anymore but knew that 30 years ago I could have easily pushed the fricken car up that hill and into the gas station parking lot and not had a massive heart attack doing it.
I called home again. No answer. So now I'm calling AAA, I let them know where I was. Called home again still no answer. Thank goodness because I was really pissed off. Within 30 minutes Dunivan's calls me. "We got a tow truck in route". "Great" I said. "Hey I don't know if you people do this or not but I have a car that uses 91 octane gas. Can you bring a gallon or so of that?". "Yes we can".
Another 45 minutes goes by... people are walking past, several "Nice car" and "Thanks" take place but I don't want to talk about my car and it must have shown through my bad attitude so people just kept going. It's now 10:40PM the tow truck guy arrives and he apologized for taking so long. "I had to stop and get some 91 octane gas. Nice fricken car man!"... "Thanks". He poured 2 gallons in and, after a little cranking it started up. I knew in an instant what was up. I had everything adjusted properly and now the car had the kind of gas that it liked and it ran perfect. PERFECT! SSSSH!T!!! I was glad and pissed off at the same time.
I didn't pull into the Exxon station as I rounded the corner on my way home, rather, I stuck my middle finger up in hopes the attendant was looking.
So there it is. From genuine experience... It may very well be your GAS.