SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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So I'm out for a ride today with the wife. We're sweating our tails off but we're still having fun. Life is good.
Up ahead we see a bike on the side of the road. It's on it's stand so it's not an emergency but still I slow down. Alongside the bike I see the rider.
When we pull up the guy looks at us from squinted eyes. He looks over my Jap Bike and smiles slightly as I look over his Harley. I drop the stand and we climb off. Walking up I ask what the problem is and he tells me he isn't sure. His engine suddenly took off on him when he pulled off the highway. He managed to shut it down before it caused any damage or he wrecked.
I have a feeling I know what the problem is but I'm not sure. I have never worked on a Harley before. I shed my denim and vest and toss it on the ground next to his beat to hell leather as my wife takes off across the street. I light a Cigar and start poking around his engine as he sneers at me.
He looks on in interest as I check things out and seems to settle down as he seems to sense I know a little bit about engines. He smiles at and jokes with my wife for a bit when she comes back with bottles of water.
It doesn't take me long to find the problem. The Throttle Return Spring has broken. Unfortunately I don't happen to have a spring on hand and tell him so. I also tell him that there is a hardware store just down the road and I'll head down there and get a spring. He looks at me in surprise and tells me he isn't going anywhere.
My wife and I gear up and head down the road. AS we walk into the hardware store my wife comments to me how he had told her he was on vacation and had ridden down from Canada to visit family. Hmmmm, that might account for his looking a bit rough. That's a long ride. He's got a ways to go yet but maybe we can get him back on the road.
Ten minutes later we roll back to park in front of his bike. He looks at me in surprise that I have returned. I reeach into my pocket and pull out a spring. I show him what I'm doing and warn him his throttle might be a bit harder to roll on with this spring, but it will close the throttle easily. Five minutes later he starts his bike and sits there smiling.
He offers to pay me for the spring and my time and I laugh. The spring cost me less than a dollar and my time is my own. I ask him if he's had lunch yet and he admits he hasn't, I tell him I'm heading to a local Checkers and if he happens to show up I'll spot him lunch. He looks at me in surprise at this but climbs into the saddle.
We meet again at the Checkers and place our orders. He refuses to allow me to pay, instead he pays for our lunches as well as his. We grab seats at a table where we can watch our bikes and we start to talk.
We joke about riding and talk about our nasty experiences. We don't need to talk about the nice experiences, they are what keep us riding. We joke about the idiots on the road, both on and off bikes. It's a pleasant lunch.
When we get ready to leave we shake hands. Both of us are feeling good. When we shake he sees my ring and asks me about it. I let him look it over and he tells me he likes it. He wants to know where I got it and my wife tells him. He smiles and states that he's going to try and get one.
We fire up our bikes and head opposite directions. Him for the highway and points south. Me for the local roads and home.
I have to admit though he was one of the few Lawyers I have met and liked.
Cat
Up ahead we see a bike on the side of the road. It's on it's stand so it's not an emergency but still I slow down. Alongside the bike I see the rider.
When we pull up the guy looks at us from squinted eyes. He looks over my Jap Bike and smiles slightly as I look over his Harley. I drop the stand and we climb off. Walking up I ask what the problem is and he tells me he isn't sure. His engine suddenly took off on him when he pulled off the highway. He managed to shut it down before it caused any damage or he wrecked.
I have a feeling I know what the problem is but I'm not sure. I have never worked on a Harley before. I shed my denim and vest and toss it on the ground next to his beat to hell leather as my wife takes off across the street. I light a Cigar and start poking around his engine as he sneers at me.
He looks on in interest as I check things out and seems to settle down as he seems to sense I know a little bit about engines. He smiles at and jokes with my wife for a bit when she comes back with bottles of water.
It doesn't take me long to find the problem. The Throttle Return Spring has broken. Unfortunately I don't happen to have a spring on hand and tell him so. I also tell him that there is a hardware store just down the road and I'll head down there and get a spring. He looks at me in surprise and tells me he isn't going anywhere.
My wife and I gear up and head down the road. AS we walk into the hardware store my wife comments to me how he had told her he was on vacation and had ridden down from Canada to visit family. Hmmmm, that might account for his looking a bit rough. That's a long ride. He's got a ways to go yet but maybe we can get him back on the road.
Ten minutes later we roll back to park in front of his bike. He looks at me in surprise that I have returned. I reeach into my pocket and pull out a spring. I show him what I'm doing and warn him his throttle might be a bit harder to roll on with this spring, but it will close the throttle easily. Five minutes later he starts his bike and sits there smiling.
He offers to pay me for the spring and my time and I laugh. The spring cost me less than a dollar and my time is my own. I ask him if he's had lunch yet and he admits he hasn't, I tell him I'm heading to a local Checkers and if he happens to show up I'll spot him lunch. He looks at me in surprise at this but climbs into the saddle.
We meet again at the Checkers and place our orders. He refuses to allow me to pay, instead he pays for our lunches as well as his. We grab seats at a table where we can watch our bikes and we start to talk.
We joke about riding and talk about our nasty experiences. We don't need to talk about the nice experiences, they are what keep us riding. We joke about the idiots on the road, both on and off bikes. It's a pleasant lunch.
When we get ready to leave we shake hands. Both of us are feeling good. When we shake he sees my ring and asks me about it. I let him look it over and he tells me he likes it. He wants to know where I got it and my wife tells him. He smiles and states that he's going to try and get one.
We fire up our bikes and head opposite directions. Him for the highway and points south. Me for the local roads and home.
I have to admit though he was one of the few Lawyers I have met and liked.
Cat
