garyahouse
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I know, this isn't an FJR question, but it is DEFINITELY a technical one. Can a two stroke engine run backwards? Many years ago, I owned a late 70's Rupp liquid cooled 440. Here's random pic from Photobucket of the pistons, though I'm not sure if this is the same exact year (or engine).
I was taking a short rest while out tearing up the ice late one beautiful crisp, moon-lit night. I went to start the engine and it kicked back, ripping the pull cord out of my right hand. What took place next was like a bad dream. The engine rocketed up to the highest rpm level I'd ever heard. It just sat there at a steady, even, stratospheric RPM. It scared me pretty good. I reached down and shut off the key.
No change.
I turned it on and then off again, just to be sure I'd actually shut it off.
No change.
I stood there wondering what to do. I hit the choke, which normally will force the engine to stall.
No change.
I lifted the cowl and pulled the rubber boots off of the spark plugs.
No change.
I stood back, wondering what to do. My mind was racing. Was I dreaming? Was this happening? I began asking myself some questions... if the engine is running so fast, why isn't the sled rocketing across the ice? It does after all have a centrifugal clutch, does it not? Is it running in reverse? Why won't it shut off? I was used to my 1974 Monte Carlo running and "deiselling" momentarily after I shut it off, but THIS... this was insane.
Then, finally, it just quit. That whole ordeal lasted for perhaps 30 seconds, it's hard to remember exactly.
It was dead silent out on the ice, except for the crackling of the metal bits under the cowl as the engine began cooling off. Jut at that moment, and this is the honest truth, I heard a loud cracking noise. At first I thought it was the snowmobile, but no, that was the ice beneath me. I'd been on the ice many times and recognized that sound. I looked down at the ice, and couldn't see much as it was too dark. I imagined myself plunging into the abyss. It was like my own personal nightmare, something ya might see in a horror movie. I mean, how many strange, unbelievable things could happen at one time?
The snowmobile was fairly new, and though I didn't know what had just happened, I KNEW I didn't want to stand around on the ice for one more second, so I put the spark plug wires back on, closed the cowl, hopped on the sled, flipped the key on, and pulled the cord. It started on the first pull, and ran perfectly as I headed for shore.
But I've never figured out just what happened to that motor that night. It never happened again, and the engine seemed to run just fine afterwards.
Anybody ever have something like this happen?
Gary
darksider #44
I was taking a short rest while out tearing up the ice late one beautiful crisp, moon-lit night. I went to start the engine and it kicked back, ripping the pull cord out of my right hand. What took place next was like a bad dream. The engine rocketed up to the highest rpm level I'd ever heard. It just sat there at a steady, even, stratospheric RPM. It scared me pretty good. I reached down and shut off the key.
No change.
I turned it on and then off again, just to be sure I'd actually shut it off.
No change.
I stood there wondering what to do. I hit the choke, which normally will force the engine to stall.
No change.
I lifted the cowl and pulled the rubber boots off of the spark plugs.
No change.
I stood back, wondering what to do. My mind was racing. Was I dreaming? Was this happening? I began asking myself some questions... if the engine is running so fast, why isn't the sled rocketing across the ice? It does after all have a centrifugal clutch, does it not? Is it running in reverse? Why won't it shut off? I was used to my 1974 Monte Carlo running and "deiselling" momentarily after I shut it off, but THIS... this was insane.
Then, finally, it just quit. That whole ordeal lasted for perhaps 30 seconds, it's hard to remember exactly.
It was dead silent out on the ice, except for the crackling of the metal bits under the cowl as the engine began cooling off. Jut at that moment, and this is the honest truth, I heard a loud cracking noise. At first I thought it was the snowmobile, but no, that was the ice beneath me. I'd been on the ice many times and recognized that sound. I looked down at the ice, and couldn't see much as it was too dark. I imagined myself plunging into the abyss. It was like my own personal nightmare, something ya might see in a horror movie. I mean, how many strange, unbelievable things could happen at one time?
The snowmobile was fairly new, and though I didn't know what had just happened, I KNEW I didn't want to stand around on the ice for one more second, so I put the spark plug wires back on, closed the cowl, hopped on the sled, flipped the key on, and pulled the cord. It started on the first pull, and ran perfectly as I headed for shore.
But I've never figured out just what happened to that motor that night. It never happened again, and the engine seemed to run just fine afterwards.
Anybody ever have something like this happen?
Gary
darksider #44
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