Is It The Coil, Or Isn’t It?

Ariel’s dad drove me to his work this morning. For most of the drive I behaved perfectly. The last four miles, however, were eventful. He wasn’t quite sure that he would make it to the parking lot, I was missing so badly. I couldn’t idle at the stoplight and I backfired. He was quite relieved when he coasted into a parking spot. He got out and checked my carburetors for fuel and they had healthy squirts of gas when he blipped the throttle. Good, it doesn’t appear to be a fuel problem. After letting me cool down for a few hours, I started right up. He thinks it’s my coil, so he replaced it on his lunch hour. We’ll see how the drive home is.