I had a moment on ole Roadstar...
Went out riding with my Harley buddies and they giving me grief about riding a 'Harley clone' and my response had always been 'At least I can get on mine and ride without having to add oil'.
Well, this time it bit me bad.
We'd gone no more than 1/2 mile when the bike started to spudder and then just died. I was freaking out. It had power. It was trying to turn over but wouldn't catch to save my life. After 15 minutes of trying to figure out why it wouldn't start, I told'em to go on without me and I started to push it back to the house.
I finally get it back to the house and I can't push it up the driveway because of the incline. I'm pissing and moaning and gripeing at my wife (who rides). She's offering to help and all she's getting in return in grief.
I storm off to go call a tow truck to take in to have it looked at. I'm on the phone and I hear the bike start up and then shut off.
The wife comes storming in the house... walks by me and gently yells....
'turn on the **** gas.... dumbass'
I had somehow hit the gas shutoff switch and didn't realize and didn't think to check because it's never off.
As everyone can see, we all have grey moments...