Hey all. I'm gushing. I've owned my Trabant for five years now, have spent a lot of time and money making it run nice and look pretty. I've had success and failures along the way and learnt many good lessons about mechanics, project cars, and life. I've had ups and downs but today I ventured out of my garage for a real trip. I drove it a bit around Olympia when I first got it, but today I drove from Rockford to Spokane, Washington, about thirty miles one way. Rockford is higher up than Spokane, so the ride into town was very much a downhill ride. I stopped halfway to get a haircut and when I came out it Zausel wouldn't start. I drained the bowl and the throat and sprayed starter in as had worked yesterday to no avail. I pulled the choke, and nothing. I turned off the petcock, closed the choke, gave it full gas and he fired back to life. Was this vapor lock? More downhill to Grandma's house we went (really, I was on my way to her 84th) and a bit of panic in tight traffic when I thought the idle was too low and the engine would die and I wouldn't be able to start it again. Alas, we made it. And it started it up again without fail thirty seconds later and again, on command, when ever I gave a ride to an aunt or uncle or mom. After dinner I left before it got dark in case there would be a problem on the way home. I made it up Spokane's steep South Hill no problem and stopped for necessities at a shop on the way home. Back to the car and rats it wouldn't start! A push across the parking lot didn't help but when I tried starting it again thereafter he fired right up. I made it all the way home even up a switchback in second. I see it like riding a bicycle. I have to change gears a lot as I go up and down hills and my Trabant is no different. I admire that 594cc can carry me and a passenger and itself so robustly. Mein zuverlässiger Begleiter! I finally trust my mechanical work and the durable ingenuity of post WWII scarcity.