One of my first jobs involved getting a fleet of delivery vans started first thing each morning, back in the days when we squirted Easy Start in the air intake to get them running, and had to stall them to turn them off. That was smoky
I think I told you all that when I first left "the big smoke" and returned to Edinburgh I worked in a small country garage about 10 miles south of the city. The boss made extra money by allowing GUS (Great Union Stores) to garage their delivery vans and lorries in the main workshop overnight. So, every morning, these vehicles had to be started up and driven outside to be parked in the street. This was the late '70's, no DPFs or catalytic converters and the standard method of starting on these old engines was to allow the pump to overfuel during cranking. So the first few revs after starting, the fuel mix was very very "rich". Then, as the revs picked up, the governor would take over and knock the fueling back to where it should be. The problem was though that for the first few power strokes the exhaust emitted enough smoke to rival a royal naval destroyer laying down a smoke screen! Thick, white, choking smoke. Made you cough and eyes stream with tears. Even after making a cup of tea the workshop still wasn't a nice place to work in for maybe a half hour or so. But it was "normal" so we didn't question it and just got down to work.
Thinking about that garage and about another recent thread about engine oil for a Punto where thickness was discussed, has reminded me of an incident involving our apprentice. This young lad was very enthusiastic and keen to learn so after a while the foreman put him on the lube bay - we had a separate lube bay. We, the mechanics, would do the service and repair tasks at our work stations and then, if required, the vehicle was driven round to the lube bay where it's engine oil and filter would be changed, gearbox and axle levels checked, grease points greased, tyre pressures and tyres checked etc. Unfortunately the lad had not, unforgivably, been properly instructed in the power operated machinery in the lube bay, At that time I think we had two grades of engine oil, two grades of transmission oil, a powered greaser, etc. The lad started in the bay after lunch and did 3 lube jobs that afternoon (I know it was 3 because I had to go and recover all 3 cars) Everything was fine that day. The customers paid their bills, collected their cars, and went home. First thing next morning, within minutes of each other, all three rang up reporting flat batteries! I tried jumping the first car with leads from our Land Rover recovery truck but the engine would only just turn over slowly, just like a flat battery. Oh dear, probably the starter, never mind we'll bump it. Only it wouldn't - still wouldn't turn over fast enough. So recover to garage workshop. Repeat story for the other two. In the workshop we tried new starters, batteries, checked earth leads and so on. But not one of the three would turn over at any speed at all! Then the foreman came over and pulled the dipsticks. You've probably already guessed? The laddy had filled the sumps with rear axle oil because he didn't understand about the selector on the powered oiler! Actually they were separate for engine oils and gearbox oils, but he still hadn't "clocked" it. With oil drained and refilled with 20/50 they all trundled back happily to their owners. The boss refused to discuss it so we don't know what he told them!
We spent some time at the tea break trying to work out how they'd been able to drive the vehicles home the night before and we concluded that the engines were hot after the workshop tuneups etc so probably the engine heat managed to thin the oil enough to let the engine run but after a night outside in the Scottish weather it just got too thick! I was very impressed with the boss who just had a quiet wee talk with the lad and had him back in the bay, with a skilled man, the next day. Don't think he was so lenient with the shop foreman though, who was best avoided for the rest of the week! Although they managed to drive them home I bet the cars behaved like slugs?