[race-it]

I first laid eyes on her at Barrett Jackson. Their she was under the hood of this guys Cobra. A real looker and I was not the only guy to feel uncomfortable staring at her with her guy standing their. Call it lust, wantonness, or what ever you want, She was stacked and sprawled across this guys power plant. I was smitten and had to have her for my own. Little did I know at the time she was a cross dresser. Her name could have been Lola, or Ruby but her name Weber. She should have been named Hooker but that was already taken. She was a vixen who took my love to town. Oh Ya, she was nice, Eye Candy with the promise of performance but when your pipes get hot she wants to back off and explode to your embarrassment. My advise is when you see her, leave her alone. She comes from the black hole where motor wizards, and tune up guru's dwell. The land where, up is down, in is usually out, more is really less, and if you have enough, give it more.
I tried to please her by welding my collectors together (not many guyes will do that for their part time lover!) and re gasket-ed to prevent air getting in. I adjusted the fuel pump, changed her jets, adjusted her idle, bought her her own air fuel ratio meter and she still carelessly dumps my fuel down the drain! But I'm smitten. Any cure for the desease she can leave you with?

What a vixen !

Stop the fuel loss is all I want from her! Any suggestions!