SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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- Sep 23, 2003
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So I'm out riding today. It's a beatuiful day for it. I've got a nice ride planned and everything checks out. I grab my gear and off I go.
The first 20 miles are absolutely perfect. A short stretch at speed then a nice long stretch of twisting roads at low speeds. I come out by Hobe Sound and pick up U.S. 1 heading south.
I crank the bike up and love the feel of it. I'm honking along at 60 MPH when the bike looses power for a second. Okay, something going on but I'm not sure what. The oil light hasn't come on and the power came right back up. Then as I crested a hill I lost all power. The engine just shut down on me.
I grabbed the clutch and looking ahead saw a right turn pull off ahead of me. I coasted in and grabbed the brakes so I would stop before I ran out of roadway.
I tried re-starting the bike and it cranked over a couple times before quiting. WTF?
I sat there for a couple of minutes thinking about it before I try cranking the bike again. It turns over a couple of times then stops. Shit.
I pull out the cell phone and call my wife. I tell her to grab the battery tender and a couple of other things and head up towards me. She isn't happy about this but she agrees to come rescue me. I know it's going to take her a while to get to where I am so I shrug out of my jacket and take off my helmet.
About ten minutes later I start thinking about what's going on again and decide to look in the gas tank. The trip odomoeter is only reading 98 miles and the prior owneer had told me he got 110-120 miles from a tank of gas. I look in and damn but it seems empty.
I switch to reserve and pull the choke. Damn if it doesn't fire right up. Now I'm in a quandry. My wife should be over halfway to where I was. Should I call her and tell her to turn around? I didn't for a couple of reasons.
The first was I wasn't sure this was truly the cause of the problem. (I never had a bike just cut out like that when it ran out of gas.) The other was more important to me. You see my wife doesn't like to drive. She fears it. Yet she had come out to help me even though she didn't feel comfortable in the least driving.
I shut down the bike and waited for my wife to show up. I stood there in the evening coolness and waited for quite some time before she rolled by and saw me. When she came back and pulled in behind the bike she handed me the Tender and the wiring I had asked for. Sure the bike started right up. As I geared up with her sitting in the car next to me I thanked her for saving my butt. She then followed me home.
My wife feels good about this. She helped me out even though she had to drive on a congested high speed road to do so. She had come out to save my butt. There is no way I'm going to disabuse her of this feeling.
Cat
The first 20 miles are absolutely perfect. A short stretch at speed then a nice long stretch of twisting roads at low speeds. I come out by Hobe Sound and pick up U.S. 1 heading south.
I crank the bike up and love the feel of it. I'm honking along at 60 MPH when the bike looses power for a second. Okay, something going on but I'm not sure what. The oil light hasn't come on and the power came right back up. Then as I crested a hill I lost all power. The engine just shut down on me.
I grabbed the clutch and looking ahead saw a right turn pull off ahead of me. I coasted in and grabbed the brakes so I would stop before I ran out of roadway.
I tried re-starting the bike and it cranked over a couple times before quiting. WTF?
I sat there for a couple of minutes thinking about it before I try cranking the bike again. It turns over a couple of times then stops. Shit.
I pull out the cell phone and call my wife. I tell her to grab the battery tender and a couple of other things and head up towards me. She isn't happy about this but she agrees to come rescue me. I know it's going to take her a while to get to where I am so I shrug out of my jacket and take off my helmet.
About ten minutes later I start thinking about what's going on again and decide to look in the gas tank. The trip odomoeter is only reading 98 miles and the prior owneer had told me he got 110-120 miles from a tank of gas. I look in and damn but it seems empty.
I switch to reserve and pull the choke. Damn if it doesn't fire right up. Now I'm in a quandry. My wife should be over halfway to where I was. Should I call her and tell her to turn around? I didn't for a couple of reasons.
The first was I wasn't sure this was truly the cause of the problem. (I never had a bike just cut out like that when it ran out of gas.) The other was more important to me. You see my wife doesn't like to drive. She fears it. Yet she had come out to help me even though she didn't feel comfortable in the least driving.
I shut down the bike and waited for my wife to show up. I stood there in the evening coolness and waited for quite some time before she rolled by and saw me. When she came back and pulled in behind the bike she handed me the Tender and the wiring I had asked for. Sure the bike started right up. As I geared up with her sitting in the car next to me I thanked her for saving my butt. She then followed me home.
My wife feels good about this. She helped me out even though she had to drive on a congested high speed road to do so. She had come out to save my butt. There is no way I'm going to disabuse her of this feeling.
Cat