Here's a fun example of how the world has moved on.
Several years ago, I took my 1971 Delta 88 Town Sedan to a local car wash. The kind of car wash where attendants vacuum the car and drive it up to the washing unit, catch the car as it exits then pull it forward and dry it off.
As the big Olds rolled out of the other side of the washing unit, a young man jumped into it to move it into line for drying. I heard him turn the key and crank the starter. It cranked. It stopped. The engine didn't start. It cranked again and still no fire. After the third attempt, I could see that the young man was getting a little nervous. Just then, one of his older co-workers begins to walk over toward the big car and caught the younger man's attention. The older man begins making a flapping motion with his right hand as he's waving to the younger man or attempting to pat him on the head from a distance.
The younger man leans back a little in the seat a bit and looks around as he's searching for something on the floor then I hear the familiar click and squeak of the throttle linkage as he pushes the pedal twice. The starter then made half a crank and the engine rumbled to life.
I imagine he'd never driven a carbureted car.
One thing never fails though. Once they do get the car started, they almost always pop the gas pedal several times as they pull it forward- BlupBlupBlup Vrooom BlupBlupBlup Vroom Vroom BlupBlupBlup It's nice to know that some people still appreciate that ol' V-8 power sound.
David G.