In my fearless 20's I had a 70s Dodge van someone gave me with the 318 cu in V-8 in it that ran "great!" I was broke of course and only had the cash to put 5 gallons in at a time and of course the fuel gauge was busted too. Hey, no problem you could drive around with the doghouse off and just feed gas down the carb throat when it started coughing. Its a wonder I survived the fires and I often wonder what it looked like seeing this eyesore lurch through an intersection with this guy fanning a fire inside.