Small cubic inches? Not much compression? I wish I'd though of that when that cop pulled me over back when I was in H.S., right in front of the ad. building. A bunch of kids gathered around to watch me get a ticket. The cop says "rev 'er up, son", so I tickled the gas a little and slowly got the rpm's up. He didn't buy it, he says "git on it!" so, I rapped my little 216 with Fentons and Smittys up. He just smiled and started writing, all the kids started laughing, I wanted to crawl into a hole. That night my dad said, "you're not driving that thing until you quiet it down". I put some stock mufflers on it, you could hardly hear them. (I hid my Smittys out back and later that year I put them back on but watched out a lot closer for that ol' cop).
