Noisy mufflers. What is the purpose?

Sir Napsalot

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When I was a senior in highschool in the tiny town of Joseph, Oregon, part of our homecoming celebration was a "noise parade", during which I pulled the core out of my Hodaka Wombat's exhaust and rode wheelies up and down Main Street behind a semi-truck that had some old circular saw blades from the lumber mill mounted on a flatbed so the cheerleaders could bang on them with metal bars
After the noise parade, I was riding home on the unmuffled wombat when a state trooper who was sitting parked by the side of the road pulled out and came after me, so I lost him by going over a footbridge, rode right into the open garage, jumped off and closed the garage door a few seconds before the cop came around the corner. He pulled up in the driveway and went to the front door where my dad told him to get the fuck off our property

A couple of years later, I was home on leave from the navy and I fired up the old wombat and rode downtown, but it wasn't running quite right and I leaned over to adjust the carb with my left hand while maintaining throttle control with my right and the same fucking state cop (Tim Johnson) pulled me over and gave me a ticket for "failure to maintain control of a vehicle". I told him I was going to Hawaii in 2 days so I wouldn't be paying the ticket

A few months later I'm in a bar in Olongapo and I pull out my wallet and the ticket falls out- I get to looking at it and I realize there's no violation filled out so it's invalid.
 

lokie

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You she that live....I was lucky enough in Dallas to get that, the smell and the ground rumbling, and the sound.....
There is an IHRA Drag Strip a stones throw from here.

Any one can enter a car, truck or motorcycle to race there.
I used to go up with some friends that raced a GTO.

Always a blast, The hot dogs there are top notch.








Ever wanted to drag on street bikes?


Strip starting line at 2:50
 

raratt

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When I was a senior in highschool in the tiny town of Joseph, Oregon, part of our homecoming celebration was a "noise parade", during which I pulled the core out of my Hodaka Wombat's exhaust and rode wheelies up and down Main Street behind a semi-truck that had some old circular saw blades from the lumber mill mounted on a flatbed so the cheerleaders could bang on them with metal bars
After the noise parade, I was riding home on the unmuffled wombat when a state trooper who was sitting parked by the side of the road pulled out and came after me, so I lost him by going over a footbridge, rode right into the open garage, jumped off and closed the garage door a few seconds before the cop came around the corner. He pulled up in the driveway and went to the front door where my dad told him to get the fuck off our property

A couple of years later, I was home on leave from the navy and I fired up the old wombat and rode downtown, but it wasn't running quite right and I leaned over to adjust the carb with my left hand while maintaining throttle control with my right and the same fucking state cop (Tim Johnson) pulled me over and gave me a ticket for "failure to maintain control of a vehicle". I told him I was going to Hawaii in 2 days so I wouldn't be paying the ticket

A few months later I'm in a bar in Olongapo and I pull out my wallet and the ticket falls out- I get to looking at it and I realize there's no violation filled out so it's invalid.
I have been there, Wallowa lake, and chief Joseph days. That lake has HUGE kokanees.
 
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