SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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So the wife and I went riding this morning. The weather forecast was for storms this afternoon so we took off early. We rode up north a ways.
Okay so we rode more than a little ways. We headed north a couple of towns then cut inland to the west.
Riding through the back country of rural Florida was great although hot. We were baking and sweating in our leathers even as we rolled along at 50 MPH. Ahh such is riding in southern Florida.
We watched the storms building to the west and started heading home. When we came within the city limits traffic backed up and we were moving feet at a time in stop and go traffic. Man this sucked as we not so slowly cooked. As we passed a bank I noticed on it's sign that it was reading 95°F. We were stuck next to an older Pick-up truck. From the cab was blasting music and from the exhaust was blasting smoke. I wasn't happy with this.
Then the light changed and traffic started moving. I rolled on the throttle and the truck stayed alongside me. Up ahead the next light changed and traffic started slowing. I rolled off the throttle and the guy in the truck did the same.
Now I suppose I should have expected it seeing the condition of the truck but I didn't. As the engine slowed down and started slowing the truck I was greeted by a blast of sound and smoke from the exhaust, which happened to be even with my left ear. I damn near shit my drawers.
We're talking this world class backfire startled me so much the bike wobbled and I cranked on the throttle in reaction. (I then had to roll off the throttle and grab the brakes to keep from rolling up the back end of the Saturn Sports Car in front of me.)
Needless to say I wasn't happy until I got away from this backfiring beast of a truck. Every time it slowed down it backfired and every time it back fired I twitched and my wife yelled.
Talk about your brown stain moments.
Cat
Okay so we rode more than a little ways. We headed north a couple of towns then cut inland to the west.
Riding through the back country of rural Florida was great although hot. We were baking and sweating in our leathers even as we rolled along at 50 MPH. Ahh such is riding in southern Florida.
We watched the storms building to the west and started heading home. When we came within the city limits traffic backed up and we were moving feet at a time in stop and go traffic. Man this sucked as we not so slowly cooked. As we passed a bank I noticed on it's sign that it was reading 95°F. We were stuck next to an older Pick-up truck. From the cab was blasting music and from the exhaust was blasting smoke. I wasn't happy with this.
Then the light changed and traffic started moving. I rolled on the throttle and the truck stayed alongside me. Up ahead the next light changed and traffic started slowing. I rolled off the throttle and the guy in the truck did the same.
Now I suppose I should have expected it seeing the condition of the truck but I didn't. As the engine slowed down and started slowing the truck I was greeted by a blast of sound and smoke from the exhaust, which happened to be even with my left ear. I damn near shit my drawers.
We're talking this world class backfire startled me so much the bike wobbled and I cranked on the throttle in reaction. (I then had to roll off the throttle and grab the brakes to keep from rolling up the back end of the Saturn Sports Car in front of me.)
Needless to say I wasn't happy until I got away from this backfiring beast of a truck. Every time it slowed down it backfired and every time it back fired I twitched and my wife yelled.
Talk about your brown stain moments.
Cat
