I'm Ready for the Home
I had to bring this one back after what I did last Saturday. Took the Old Fat Bottom Girl for short early morning spin and after about 20 miles PULLED into a front parking space at a 7-11 for a cup of coffee. Drank my Joe and answered about thirty questions about the bike before deciding to head on back home. I backed the Beast out of the parking spot, pulled in the clutch and fired up the Jars. As soon as I dropped her into gear, she died. My first thought, "**** I hope no one is watching", they were. Footed her back into the spot, pulled in the clutch, hit the starter, nothing. Like a reject out of the movie Quest for Fire, I kept turning the key and hitting the starter button for about 10 minutes. Not once did I think of putting the bike in netural for a try because it should start in gear with the clutch pulled in, RIGHT. Finally with the helpful crowd gathered around, to include a couple of Harley riders, I decided to move the bike to the back of lot to free up the space and reduce the embarrassment factor as much as possible. I backed it out again, turned the key, put her in netural, and hit the starter, fired right up. I dropped in gear and she was fine. Like a ton of bricks it hit me, the Beast was purring like a kitten because this time, the friggin kick stand was up. I am posting this story because I know no one on this site would ever make fun of another R/3 rider's dumb ass mistake. I would also like to let everyone know I will be happy to diagnose any mechanical problems in Nashville.......