The Trophy Plug

Submitted by Eric Rylander
Have you ever had one of those days when ‘ol reliable just won’t start? Well, I did.And to confuse matters more, all the ingredients were there. Good compression. A seemingly bright spark. Fuel. But pull that starter cord and it would give a weak pop or two, and on some pulls of the rope a big ‘ol snort and a back spin of the clutch as if to say HAHA!
Disgusted and needing to rest my sore rope yankin’ arm, I did what any sensible person would. I went in the house and mixed a tall, strong drink! While slowly contemplating why I even mess with this old stuff I wandered in to the den. Among the couple vintage helmets and my Schmidt Scenic beer can collection on the shelves was a trophy.

A trophy earned as more of a joke a couple seasons ago, proclaiming me the winner of Last Place in “Rat Rod DeLuxe” with one of my lower dollar efforts. And part of that trophy? A purple Beru brand spark plug, secured to said award right next to a well-scored two stroke piston.

Hmmmm, what did I have to lose? I drained my cocktail, set down the glass, got out my ever present Leatherman pocket tool, and freed the damsel of my desires, namely, the spark plug from its mechanics wire bindings.

See, I would have tried another spark plug long earlier, but I didn’t have one! I took this prized plug out to my top secret snowmobile resurrection lab (creaky wood two car garage) and quickly removed its malfunctioning predecessor, screwed in the purple one, and gave but one pull on the starter cord. BUB BUBUBbabababababbaba and I didn’t even have to use the squirt bottle.

Amazing! A couple minor adjustments to the low speed needle and the idle speed screw on the HR Tillotson carburettor, and she sat there, running as smooth as a “paint shaker” single can.

If any event organizers are reading this, spare parts incorporated into awards can keep on giving long after the dust has settled on the shelf.

That’s all the wisdom I have for this installment, just remember to keep that track side down, the bogies greased and the wife on your side.

This story was originally published in VINTAGE SNOWMOBILER magazine and is used with the author’s permission.


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