The light at the end of the tunnel was getting brighter and I could see I was getting close to breathing life into the Old Girl again. In order to breathe, she was going to need some carburetors. Both carbs were completely disassembled and cleaned thoroughly. I'd thought about bead blasting the outsides of the bodies but didn't want to chance getting all that grit stuck in some passage. They definitely needed freshening as they were so oxidized, they looked they'd been sprayed with battleship grey paint.