When I was in high school I drove a hot rod.
It was a blue ‘68 Ford Mustang with racing stripes down the sides – and boy was it loud. The guy I bought it from must not have had money for full length tailpipes, because those things ended about half way back.
At the end of the short pipes was a modest pair of mufflers. Well, technically they were mufflers, but I’m here to tell you muffling was not their strong suit. It was so bad that I’d usually shut the car down as I approached my street and coast all the way to the driveway. Continue reading