Apparently the Supreme Being decided that Chicago had suffered enough of a miserably cold and wet Spring and decided that last weekend should resemble July instead of April. I took advantage of being able to work in the garage, with the door open. I decided that I was going to tear down the carburetor one more time to determine, once and for all, what was 'not right' in there. With the bright sunlight, it was pretty easy to see into passages and small spaces. As usual, I didn't find anything that struck me being wrong or out-of-place.