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[Ace Le Count]

Does anyone have some crazy 914 stories that they'd like to share? Maybe your son/daughter was born in one? Maybe you drag raced someone that was getting cocky because they thought their riced out civic was faster? Maybe you used a 914 as a getaway car after you robbed a bank? How has your 914 saved the day?

[Robarabian]

First of all, the throttle cable stories are hilarious, I thought I was the only one.

1986, my 2.0 liter with dual carbs. Throttle cable broke while I was 30 miles from home. Like Clay and others, I found a way to cobble up a hand throttle by tying a string to the linkage. I put the top in the trunk and hand throttled it home. Hardest part was steering, throttling and shifting with 2 hands. I think I found a sweet spot on the road I was on a tried to keep it in third gear for most of the trip. I remember my had being raw from the string, because I had real strong throttle springs on the carbs.

Story two, same car. Worked on it more than I drove it. I broke a CV joint, and being a 16 year old, you get distracted easily. So I changed out the CV but forgot to tighten all the lug nuts on the Riverias with a "I'll get to that". After my mom called me inside, I went for a test drive... I made it down a really big hill and then heard a "thump." The car bucked and then I saw the Riveria pass me on the road and hit the curb flying 10 feet into the air before it landed in some soft bushes. It could have really hurt someone or broken something expensive, I was lucky. I digress....The car then realized it was off balance and the disc hit the ground before I sharply turned the wheel to the left making a hard turn whereby I was back up on 3 wheels till I stopped and it gently perched itself back onto the left rear disc. I walked up the road, found 4 lug nuts, didnt have a lug wrench but managed to put the wheel on "hand tight" and at 2 mph limped back home and parked it for the rest of the day. I only suffered a small fender crease, a slightly ground rotor and a blow to my mechanical ego.

Oh I can go on...