Joel hopes it’s a simple fuel-air mixture issue, a small turn of a screw on the bottom of the carburetor.
One turn out; two turns out; two-and-a-quarter turns out. He tries the recommended setting then leaner, richer and more so again. It doesn’t matter. “That means something is wrong,” he says. Even small turns should be making a marked difference.
We decide we’ll dig deeper into the carburetor in more bearable temperatures at our camping elevation, if the Husky will just get there. But it dies again after fifty yards.
It has taken two hours to come a quarter-of-a-mile and now we’re up against hard choices. Whether we ride directly to our campsite or back to Boise, it will be dusk by the time we get there. Any more delays will have us out in the dark.