MrJoel
Rom: one-one-six unashamed
So, i might need to remind some of you but I HATE carbs! So a buddy who owns a vintage motorcycle shop here in louisville (retro Wrench http://www.retrowrench.com) broke his long standing rule and tuned my carbs for me even though he never works on anything newer than 1982. He fixed it up and told me I needed some fresh gas specifically, but gas none the less. Then I get home and get ready for the ride to work and start rolling film with a maintence and safety video in mind with a pre-ride inspection and basic riding techniques...the one thing I didn't check was the gas level because the bike was already running and I didn't want to cut it off to open the tank. STUPID!!!
15 miles into my 17 mile ride, she starts sputtering and cutting out. I keep it barely going with the "bob and weave" and the "bounce the front forks" slush methods and get within 3/4 mile of my place of employment before it completely cut off. I had forgot the warnings of my friend and the neglected tank check and tried for a few minutes to diagnose the problem before the familiar words of my uncle could be heard echoing in the empty chamber of my mind..."Hey, you got gas in there?" He was right again!
The good news is that even with full sun and 89 degrees, the Bilt Mesh pants and the Icon Mil-spec mesh jacket kept me cool and comfortable for the hour I had to wait for my friend to show up with the much needed supply of gasahol and a jump. Then I was too worked up to want to load trucks for UPS so I just road around for a couple hours with all kinds of stories...all to no avail as my battery had gone dead 7 minutes into my ride. My usb cord wasn't plugged into the socket...
To top it off, I had dental work done last week and my mouth and cheeks are still swolen to the point of interfering with my cheek pads. As I was talking I was actually eating away at the inside of MrJoel's cheek, canabalizing myself.
Through all this, God kept me safe. Where the gas started to run out was on 65 in louisville and I was on the inside lane against the wall. Traffic was extremely light for some reason and then my friend was running late for his job and was able to come help out.
Moral of the story, Check your tank before you ride! Thanks for receiving my rant so well, cause it isn't going on the vlog because I'm an idiot sometimes
15 miles into my 17 mile ride, she starts sputtering and cutting out. I keep it barely going with the "bob and weave" and the "bounce the front forks" slush methods and get within 3/4 mile of my place of employment before it completely cut off. I had forgot the warnings of my friend and the neglected tank check and tried for a few minutes to diagnose the problem before the familiar words of my uncle could be heard echoing in the empty chamber of my mind..."Hey, you got gas in there?" He was right again!
The good news is that even with full sun and 89 degrees, the Bilt Mesh pants and the Icon Mil-spec mesh jacket kept me cool and comfortable for the hour I had to wait for my friend to show up with the much needed supply of gasahol and a jump. Then I was too worked up to want to load trucks for UPS so I just road around for a couple hours with all kinds of stories...all to no avail as my battery had gone dead 7 minutes into my ride. My usb cord wasn't plugged into the socket...
To top it off, I had dental work done last week and my mouth and cheeks are still swolen to the point of interfering with my cheek pads. As I was talking I was actually eating away at the inside of MrJoel's cheek, canabalizing myself.
Through all this, God kept me safe. Where the gas started to run out was on 65 in louisville and I was on the inside lane against the wall. Traffic was extremely light for some reason and then my friend was running late for his job and was able to come help out.
Moral of the story, Check your tank before you ride! Thanks for receiving my rant so well, cause it isn't going on the vlog because I'm an idiot sometimes
