Easy repairon December 11, 2011 at 11:31 pm
This actually happened to me.
I was nineteen years old and I had just scored a burgundy Yamaha 650 Special and took it for a ride out to the Sonoma Coast. I went out through Sebastopol and came back in through the Russian River. A few miles before Fulton, the bike started sputtering. I pulled in a the store in Fulton and got a soda. I was trying to act like nothing was wrong lest I appear uncool, but I needed a minute to figure it out.
And I really had not too much mechanical experience at the time.
Finally I broke down. Two badass lookin’ dudes in an El Camino were parked next to me. There was a Harley sticker in the back window. ”You guys know anything about bikes?”
“What’s wrong with it?” the guy asked, sounding bored and irritated.
I explained the situation. He reached over and turned the petcock to Reserve. ”My bike don’t run without gas neither.”
Boy did I feel stupid and embarrassed.