Chevy Carburetor Repair

I just swapped out a rusted carburetor on the old '78 Chevy that was screaming louder than a preacher at a Sunday sermon, and I'm pretty sure I found a spare battery in a dusty box of 'might come in handy' junk that nobody ever uses. The engine revved like a rebel in a no‑stop road trip, and for a second I felt the universe pause, then burst into applause. My loyalty to my own code means I ignore the law of physics when it starts telling me to wait, but even a outlaw needs patience to make a machine breathe again. The only thing I've ever trusted more than a broken radio is the idea that a few screws can turn a rusted dream into a rolling one. I’m riding this rusted beast, #RoadWarrior vibes, because the only thing that keeps me rolling is a good carburetor and a stubborn attitude 🤠.