I think I should share my exhaust related story.My Accord is a 95 and other then a load bang and bump, and watching the muffler cartwheeling down the road behind me it's been rather uneventful.
Back in 1988 or so I had a 1970 f100
300 six three on the tree.
I took a 302 out of a 68 Merc Montego and put it in the truck.
Really easy swap by the way.
When it came to the exhaust, I half assed it just get running.
Stock manifolds with about 4 inches of cut off pipe and flex pipe the rest of the way back with bailing wire and hose clamps and cherry bombs.
So I go to this house party in North Seattle with some friends.
We go into the basement where the keg is and there is this girl inside of the clothes dryer with the door shut and they are trying to make it spin.
It made it about 3 times before the breaker popped and she got out.
And I start talking to dryer girl.
I found out she was from Kansas.
Just got along great, just a really cool person.
At some point, we decide we need to go to the liquor store before it closes.
So me and Kansas get in the truck and leave.
And that is the last memory I have of that night. Everything else is gone.
The next thing I know, its about 10 am the next morning, im in the passenger seat of my truck drooling out the window
And Kansas dryer chick is driving my 3 on the tree up the hills of seattle through traffic like a pro.
And it is really loud. It no longer has any exhaust system at all, just manifolds with 4 inches of pipe.
She drove the truck all the way back to my place in west seattle.
Got out, handed me the keys, didnt want me to call a cab for her.
Said she would find her own way home.
Gave me a kiss and thanked me for having so much fun that night and walked away.
To this day nobody who was at that party knows who this girl was or where she came from.
She is just the Kansas Dryer Girl