Here's an odd yet very positive story. My fuel injectors are hopelessly clogged and DMCH has my order for a set on backorder. I was just fumbling today with my old ones seeing if I could do anything to clean them out. One of them sounds like a sickly foghorn when I blow compressed air through it. That got the attention of my neighbor's mentally handicapped son who came over and asked for help. His father was having a heart attack. I called the ambulance even though my neighbor wanted me to drive him instead. I also waited with the son after the ambulance left until his aunt picked him up. The father just called me a few minutes ago from the hospital. He's recovering from surgery where they put a stent in. The doctors told him he barely made it in time. He said "thank you for saving my life." I never thought I'd thank God for clogged injectors.
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Originally Posted by Dangermouse
