SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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- Sep 23, 2003
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This morning I was up at 0500 as is usual on a work day. I step into the shower after my wife is done, we're getting ready for work. I had lathered up my hair, rinsed it and added the much needed conditioner whe I heard my cell going off. Then I hear my wife answering it. A short time later she sticks her head into the bathroom to inform me I had been called off due to low census on my unit. I'm not happy about this as I'm now losing a days pay.
We climb into the car so I can drive the wife to work. (Not the bike as much as I want to ride it, I don't trust it to get us there and me back without breaking down. I'm working on that.) I drop her off and am heading home enjoying the cool temps with my flipper hanging out the window. I'm thinking about how nice the weather is, perfect for riding. By the time I get home my mind is made up.
I run inside and change into my gear. Back out to the bike I go. I back it out and fire it up. I sit on the bike as it idles as I pull on my gloves. Off I go with the bike running perfectly even though it is putting out a whisp of smoke. I head for the beach, I'm only going to do a short run. I don't want to get too far from home.
It's 75° with a 81% humidity as I head out into the dark. I hit the beach front road with no traffic just as the sun starts coming up. Talk about beauty. The wind is light and cool as I cruise slowly along the frontage road. No one is out there yet. I stop for a bit just to watch the sunrise.
Finaly I head home. The sun is rising as is the temperature. As I'm motoring towards the entrance to my park I see another bike on the side of the road. I pull over to see what the problem is. The guy on the bike tells me about losing power and then his engine quits. I start looking the bike over and finally check the tank. Much to his and my surprise it's empty. I tell him to hang tight for a couple of minutes as I hopped back on my bike and did the short ride home. Once there I run inside, drop my helmet and grab the car keys. On the way out to the car I grab the gas can I had filled yesterday. I toss that in the back of the car alongside a couple of other items I knew I would need.
The guy seemed surprised to see a car pull in behind him, then he started smiling when I climbed out of the car. I hand him my battery tender and tell him to hook it to his now dead battery as I run the wires for it from the car. Once that was done I pulled out the gas can and poured the 2 gallons of gas into his tank, reset his trip odometer and his petcock. After giving his battery a few minutes to get a bit of a charge I started hitting his starter. Eventualy his bike pumped enough gas into the engine for it to start.
We unhooked the wires and put his bike back together as I tossed the gear back into the car. He offered to pay for the gas and I told him not to worry about it. Call it a loan from one biker to another. He hops his bike and motors off. I drove to the nearest gas station to refill the gas can. (Hey I need the gas.)
Hopefully he'll stop and help another biker when he gets the chance.
Cat
We climb into the car so I can drive the wife to work. (Not the bike as much as I want to ride it, I don't trust it to get us there and me back without breaking down. I'm working on that.) I drop her off and am heading home enjoying the cool temps with my flipper hanging out the window. I'm thinking about how nice the weather is, perfect for riding. By the time I get home my mind is made up.
I run inside and change into my gear. Back out to the bike I go. I back it out and fire it up. I sit on the bike as it idles as I pull on my gloves. Off I go with the bike running perfectly even though it is putting out a whisp of smoke. I head for the beach, I'm only going to do a short run. I don't want to get too far from home.
It's 75° with a 81% humidity as I head out into the dark. I hit the beach front road with no traffic just as the sun starts coming up. Talk about beauty. The wind is light and cool as I cruise slowly along the frontage road. No one is out there yet. I stop for a bit just to watch the sunrise.
Finaly I head home. The sun is rising as is the temperature. As I'm motoring towards the entrance to my park I see another bike on the side of the road. I pull over to see what the problem is. The guy on the bike tells me about losing power and then his engine quits. I start looking the bike over and finally check the tank. Much to his and my surprise it's empty. I tell him to hang tight for a couple of minutes as I hopped back on my bike and did the short ride home. Once there I run inside, drop my helmet and grab the car keys. On the way out to the car I grab the gas can I had filled yesterday. I toss that in the back of the car alongside a couple of other items I knew I would need.
The guy seemed surprised to see a car pull in behind him, then he started smiling when I climbed out of the car. I hand him my battery tender and tell him to hook it to his now dead battery as I run the wires for it from the car. Once that was done I pulled out the gas can and poured the 2 gallons of gas into his tank, reset his trip odometer and his petcock. After giving his battery a few minutes to get a bit of a charge I started hitting his starter. Eventualy his bike pumped enough gas into the engine for it to start.
We unhooked the wires and put his bike back together as I tossed the gear back into the car. He offered to pay for the gas and I told him not to worry about it. Call it a loan from one biker to another. He hops his bike and motors off. I drove to the nearest gas station to refill the gas can. (Hey I need the gas.)
Hopefully he'll stop and help another biker when he gets the chance.
Cat
