Oh man, I had some good blonde moments this morning.
Rode my bike to work, and apparently hadnt been paying attention to when I last got gas. So Im just getting to the main Hwy when it sputters out on me. Great. As Im wondering just how far the reserve tank will get me, I get off the bike cause I can't see where the petcock is set while Im on it. (lack of coordination). So I move the setting to primer, so I can re-start the bike. Here's where it gets good. I usually put it in neutral when I get off my bike, but I must have forgotten. Im standing next to the bike, one hand on the starter switch and my sunglasses in my other hand. I hit the starter. With the bike in gear. and me NOT on it. The bike jumps forward, which pops up the kick stand, which makes me start swearing and grab for the darn grips so I can catch the bike before it hits the ground. Which I did manage to do, but just barely. Now you see why I dont ride the Sportster? That bike is heavy enough that I'd have had to call my husband to not only bring me the gas can, but to also help me pick the bike up. Anyway, I now decided to get back on my bike and after making SURE that its in neutral, I hit the starter again. Bike fires back up, I get my sunglasses back on and visor down, and off I go. It wasnt until I got about half way to town that I got to wondering just how far will that reserve tank take me. Probably should have gone back home and gotten some gas out of the can for the lawn mower, but its a bit late for that bright idea. Needless to say, I was hoping like crazy that I'd make it to town and to the gas station. I did. My bike has a 2.5 gal tank, and I put 2.4 gal of gas in her. Man Im glad tomorrow is friday!
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