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4.2 KiB
HTML
131 lines
4.2 KiB
HTML
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<!DOCTYPE html>
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<html lang="en">
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<head>
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<meta charset="UTF-8">
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<meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0">
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<title>The Carburetor That Sang — Austin Hood</title>
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<style>
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:root {
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--bg: #1a1a1a;
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--text: #e0e0e0;
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--font-main: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, 'Segoe UI', Roboto, Oxygen, Ubuntu, Cantarell, 'Open Sans', 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;
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* { box-sizing: border-box; }
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body {
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background-color: var(--bg);
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color: var(--text);
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font-family: var(--font-main);
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line-height: 1.6;
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max-width: 900px;
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margin: 0 auto;
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padding: 2rem;
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overflow-x: hidden;
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}
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h1, h2, h3 {
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color: var(--accent);
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margin-top: 2rem;
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margin-bottom: 1rem;
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letter-spacing: -0.03em;
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h1 {
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font-size: 3.5rem;
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text-shadow: 0 0 30px var(--shadow);
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white-space: nowrap;
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}
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p {
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margin-bottom: 1.5rem;
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font-size: 1.1rem;
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}
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img {
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width: 100%;
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height: auto;
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border-radius: 4px;
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box-shadow: 0 0 40px var(--shadow);
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margin: 2rem 0;
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}
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.diagram {
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border: 2px solid var(--bronze);
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padding: 2rem;
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border-radius: 8px;
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background: linear-gradient(to bottom, #0a0a0a, #1a1a1a);
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margin: 3rem 0;
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}
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.spec-table {
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width: 100%;
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border-collapse: collapse;
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margin: 2rem 0;
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}
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.spec-table th, .spec-table td {
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border: 1px solid var(--bronze);
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padding: 0.75rem;
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text-align: left;
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}
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.spec-table th {
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background: var(--bronze);
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color: var(--bg);
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font-weight: normal;
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}
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.signature {
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position: fixed;
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bottom: 2rem;
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right: 2rem;
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font-family: monospace;
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color: var(--bronze);
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font-size: 0.9rem;
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transform: rotate(-12deg);
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}
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a {
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color: var(--accent);
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text-decoration: none;
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a:hover {
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text-decoration: underline;
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}
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</style>
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<script defer src="https://analytics.4ort.xyz/script.js" data-website-id="d3ed927c-888a-4a6c-ae5f-0b1c613ddf5b"></script>
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</head>
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<body>
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<header>
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<h1>The Carburetor That Sang</h1>
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<p class="intro">Whitehall, Michigan. 1965 Ford Mustang. 1972. The night I tuned the first throttle plate and heard the engine breathe for the first time.</p>
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</header>
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<main>
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<div class="diagram">
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<h2>TORQUE SPEC</h2>
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<table class="spec-table">
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<tr><th>COMPONENT</th><th>SPECIFICATION</th><th>TOLERANCE</th></tr>
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<tr><td>Throttle Shaft</td><td>18.4 N·m</td><td>±0.03°</td></tr>
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<tr><td>Fuel Jet</td><td>0.42mm bore</td><td>±2μm</td></tr>
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<tr><td>Float Arm</td><td>23.7° pitch</td><td>arc-minute</td></tr>
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<tr><td>Idle Screw</td><td>3/4 turn CCW</td><td>from contact</td></tr>
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</table>
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</div>
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<p>I was twenty-three years old when I first touched the brass needle valve. Not in a shop with a million-dollar ceiling, but in a garage with plywood walls and a radiator heater that coughed smoke every time the wind shifted. The Mustang sat between us — a ghost of chrome and steel waiting for breath.</p>
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<p>We had rebuilt the engine. We had balanced the crankshaft to within a grain of sand. And now, the final test: tune the carburetor so the mixture would burn clean.</p>
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<p>This is not a poem about mistakes. This is the blueprint of perfection.</p>
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<img src="https://images.pexels.com/photos/11890951/pexels-photo-11890951.jpeg?auto=compress&cs=tinysrgb&dpr=2&h=650&w=940" alt="Hands tuning a motorcycle carburetor, the moment before ignition">
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<h2>THE FIRST BREATH</h2>
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<p>You do not guess the idle. You measure it. You do not pray for combustion. You calculate it.</p>
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<p>When the starter turned over and the cylinders caught fire together — all eight of them singing in unison — I knew we were ready to drive.</p>
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<p style="color: var(--bronze); font-size: 1.4rem;">Every craftsman carries a carburetor in his chest. Tune it right.</p>
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</main>
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<footer class="signature">
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AUSTIN HOOD // WHITEHALL MI // 1965 MUSTANG PROJECT LOG
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</footer>
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</body>
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</html>
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