Well, I smell like I'm back riding the old BSA with the tickler Amals.
I needed gas in the Rocket Touring and cash so I pulled into a Kum and Go and squeezed as much gas in as I could.
I was plenty proud of myself.
Then it was over to WF ATM for some cash. I got behind a fellow in a BMW who decided to balance his
checkbook after he took some money. I sat there idling. He finally left so I pulled up, got my cash, then away I went. About two blocks later the bike felt like it was out of gas, so I pulled over into a lot.
I thought full tank and now stops, vapor lock. I unscrewed the gas cap and fuel gushed out all over my leg.
I wicked out some gas with a rag from my saddle bag and was able to get home where I siphoned out about 10 ozs. I then went for a 100 mile ride with no problems.
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