get it to run.

[Don Cavey]

Originally Posted by Nailhead

Couldn't very well hide it from yourself, could you, Don?

That's a riot!

In my younger years, the backfire in the country would usually send horses running when they were in a field (never with people riding them). And I found out that dogs would squat and cats would jump straight up in the air and run.

I guess I was as bad as the kids today doing the "Train Horn Prank". Believe it or not, I have grown out of that (and don't want to pay for fixing the muffler!!!)

You can believe that I have NEVER backfired my present M-715. Mufflers are expensive and scarce.

[Nailhead]

Originally Posted by Don Cavey

In my younger years, the backfire in the country would usually send horses running when they were in a field (never with people riding them). And I found out that dogs would squat and cats would jump straight up in the air and run.

I guess I was as bad as the kids today doing the "Train Horn Prank". Believe it or not, I have grown out of that (and don't want to pay for fixing the muffler!!!)

You can believe that I have NEVER backfired my present M-715. Mufflers are expensive and scarce.

One of the cars I learned to drive in-- my grandfather's '77 Subaru Wagon-- eventually ended up at my uncle's place on Block Island, RI, running badly.

One day, I took it on a milk (or beer) run into town, through the tourist throngs. As I shifted from first to second, it backfired like a pistol shot. Loud. I happened to glance at the door to an antique shop as that backfire hit, noticing someone carrying a large china bowl. Arms went up in the air in terror, with predictable results.

I felt badly, but I was 18 & didn't see what I could do about it. I kept going.

[Don Cavey]

Originally Posted by Nailhead

One of the cars I learned to drive in-- my grandfather's '77 Subaru Wagon-- eventually ended up at my uncle's place on Block Island, RI, running badly.

One day, I took it on a milk (or beer) run into town, through the tourist throngs. As I shifted from first to second, it backfired like a pistol shot. Loud. I happened to glance at the door to an antique shop as that backfire hit, noticing someone carrying a large china bowl. Arms went up in the air in terror, with predictable results.

I felt badly, but I was 18 & didn't see what I could do about it. I kept going.

Somehow, I think that we were cut from the same cloth. My dear Dad (rest his soul) thought this stuff was funny. But I never subjected him to our shenanigans even though I am sure he would be chuckling. He and his brothers were characters, but never got in trouble. I guess they knew "where the line was".

I only wish he were still around so that I could take him flying (I did one time) and take him in my M-715.