And as is the nature of the beast, no good deed goes unpunished.
After I got her all warmed up, I decided to hook her up to the Sun machine and set the idle mixture on the rear carb. (The front is non-adjustable).
I got it to where I was happy, and then went to set the idle speed and, of course, used a screw driver that was too long...I heard a r-i-i-i-i-i-ing, which was side of my hand being buzzed by the fanblade.
Fortunately, my Super-Mopar reflexes allowed me to quickly perceive that 1) That's a weird noise the engine is making and 2) Why is my hand vibrating? and 3) Why is my vibrating hand bleeding on my nice paint? Which lead me to 4) get my damn hand out of my car's spinning fanblade.
Luckily it was only a couple scratches but a wake up call nonetheless.
I guess I have been ignoring her lately, She gets hungry when you don't feed her often enough. (Cue the Twilight Zone theme here)
That's all for now from the Little Garage of Horrors.