Buying my baby new sneakers.

It's the weekend, and that means the second outing for the rolling party wagon. This time I'm taking it to my mechanic at JAM Automotive in Barrington NH. (Shameless plug.)
It's about an hour drive over many different types of streets. I'll stat off on the interstate, exit onto a state highway and then onto a few town roads.
I have already completed the first leg, from the storage area to my friends house to pick up my brand new tires. The ride was about twenty minutes and the first drive since I timed the engine.
Last weekend, when I moved it from Portsmouth City Maker Space, there was an unpleasant smell of gas that got worse along the way. I didn't find any gas leaks but I did notice the generator was wet. I knew that the engine was still way out of time so I fixed that problem, although I did not have a clue of what the timing should be. So I took my best guess and set it at around eight degrees BDC. It ran well so I let it be until I got my reprint of the factory service manual.
The book arrived during the week and I learned many good things about the van. One of which was the timing for the engine, which is zero, or TDC. So it's still a little off but it's raining and I have to get under way.
So at 7:00am this morning I climbed in and started her up. After a few minutes it was idling nicely and I worked on securing the cabin for travel. All along I did not detect the slightest smell of fuel. Good. Once she was up to temperature I slid back in the drivers seat, put her in gear and I was off.
There was a slight surge from the engine at low speed, around five to ten MPH. I made it to the stop sign, looked both ways and gave it some gas. She gracefully accelerated up to thirty without any complaint. A few minutes later I got to the interstate and brought her up to fifty five. No problems, she sounded good and healthy. The next hurtle was the sixty five MPH mark that didn't go so well last weekend. But to my relief we hit the target and a little more. No popping or coughing from the power plant. Sweet.
About fifteen minutes later I was at my friends house loading tires.
Now I'm blogging because I told my friend I would be there at eight and it's about seven thirty. I can't help it I get very punctual when I'm excited.