When I first started diving back in 1969, SPGs were available, but like wetsuits: only for the rich. Instead, we relied on J-Valves. The first pucker (when you couldn't suck air) was always fun. and you reached down and tugged on the rod by your left butt cheek. Unfortunately, sometimes the valve had already been pushed and we realized this at the second pucker when there was absolutely positively no phreakin' air in that tank. You could continue to waste time pulling on that rod to see if it was stuck or something, but it was best to imitate a Polaris missile and head to the surface ASAP. No, sooner than that. We didn't get to choose when this happened, but the fickle flying finger of fate picked those times when we least expected or needed it. No BC back then, so when you hit the surface you couldn't just inflate and lazily bob a minute or two on the surface. You kept kicking until you got into shore. I never did a CESA in my class (it wasn't through an agency). We were expected to exercise good common sense and kick to the surface like our lives depended on it when we were OOA. I don't remember trying to breathe on the reg on the way up, though I'm pretty sure it was in my mouth the whole time until I got to the sweetest tasting air in all the world. I do remember spitting it out like it was poison when I broke the surface so I could fill my lungs with life. Those were the days and I'm glad they're done. I teach CESAs horizontally. It's a New York move: if you can do them there, you can do them anywhere!