Stupidest question ever

Thanks Gothlander for the head bolt bleeder reference. I'm again caught in my unawares. When I can get AR to install on this new PC properly I'll take a gander at that specific reference page. That (head both bleeding) is likely the cause for my puke tank over flow problems a couple months back (this past Spring). I refilled to the min mark several times, when cold, but it apparently had gastroenteritis (blockage) over the course of several refills. It has since worked itself out; I thought I smelled something funky

I use Proline Water Wetter (PWW) during summer and a mix of PWW and anti-freeze in the winter. I'd had no issue with an overflow until this past Spring with the drain and refill. Anyway, I've found a significant reduction (15-20 degree F) in oil temperature during the peak heat summer months. It (oil) doesn't get over 190 whereas prior to the adopting the use of PWW, the oil temperature would rise to near 210 on the analog dip stick gage in the August heat. This will be my third summer.

We all do stupid things occasionally. Just to make you feel better, I'll share one of my stupid moments. I had a 2007 Kawasaki ZX-6R briefly (took it in on trade). I wasn't really familiar with the newer ******rockets; not having owned one in many, many years. Well, I took to the gas station one night before heading out to meet a buddy. I filled it up, fired it up and got on my way. I got about 500 feet out of gas station parking lot and it died. It wouldn't restart. I would fire occasionally and act like it was going to turn over, but never would.

I started doing the usually visual checks and trying to diagnose the problem (in the dark). I couldn't find anything wrong so I called my buddy and asked him to come pick me up. I was waiting on him and all of a sudden a scary thought entered my mind. Then, I thought "No, you wouldn't do anything that stupid". For grins, I pulled out the receipt from the gas station. Yup, I'd just filled her up with 4.5 gallons of deisel fuel. In my defense, two things happened that explained the stupidity. First, the handle on the gas pump was green; just like the premium handles. Second, the filler cap is rather deep before actually having the hole that would prevent a deisel nozzel (they're larger than gas) from going in, but I didn't put it in far enough to reach it because I like to watch for it to start getting to the full line so not to splash gas everywhere.

All's well that ends well, however. We towed the bike back to my house and I got out the siphon pump, got all the deisel out, cleaned the injectors and then put gas in and it fired right up. I also put injector cleaner in the next two tanks of gass just to play it safe. It did smoke like a mosquito fogger when it fired up for the first time due to some residual in the exhaust, but it was gone in a few minutes and the bike ran like a champ from then on.

My most stupid thing happenend at a gas station also. I filled up the Roc with gas, pulled up to the store to get a tasty Dublin Dr. Pepper and after I finished my drink the bike wouldn't start. Pulled the seat off to check the fuses, tried having my bud push the 800# bike around the parking lot to jump start it and while he headed home to get a trailer I happened to look up at the kill switch that was in the off position

Ah I know the feeling but I went a step further and called the tow truck who went through all the fuses connections etc. Lights would come on but wouldn't crank. He looked at the kill switch and if fired right up. I had to bribe him to keep it under his hat.

My turn

On my old Yamy Roadstar (carb'ed), I cleaned it up real nice and shiny because I was going to meet some friends and head down to Daytona for the day. I lived in Jacksonville at the time.

I got about two miles from home and it died... wouldn't start... would turn over, but woudn't start for nothing. Make a quick run through the visual checks, pulled the spark plugs to make sure they weren't fouled... nothing. Couldn't find the problem. I realized I didn't have a cell with me so I couldn't call anyone, and I was in the middle of nowhere, so I started pushing it back home.

I got home and was *****in the whole way home. I got home and was telling the wife what happened, so she started going through her checks (she had just finished moto-school) that she had learned in her class.

I hear the bike fire up, and I bolt outside. She'd fixed it! Well, no she hadn't fixed anything. Some how I had turned the fuel petcock to the "off" position when I was cleaning the bike to go out. So I had made it as far as the gas in the fuel lines would take me.

Went to a Rally a couple weeks ago.
Charley Daniels left the stage and we set sail too.
It's 11PM on a Saturday night in Tulsa.
Might as well been New York or Los angles,
Everybody and their dog was out.
I ALWAYS ride in the tail gunner position
so I can make sure everybody in front of me is ok
and block traffic if something happens.
I'm swervin in and out of traffic like no tomorrow,
shootin gaps and in general just feelin pretty good.
Get about 25 miles North of Tulsa, Off 2 real busy hiways.(U.S.169 &75).
A cop pulls me over.
No tail lights, no blinkers, no brake light.
While he's runnin my license, I popped the seat and started checkin fuses.
He comes back, "Did I know my license is expired"?
"No, when did it expire officer."
"Last day of last month," so about 2 weeks ago.
"You also don't have a motorcycle endorsement".
"Yea I did know that, but I've been riding since I was 14 and just figured I was grandfathered in"
"Well you ain't."
About this time a call came in and he had to leave in a hurry,
so he let me ride home.
no lights, no license, no impound, no ticket, no warning.
As I write this I'm sittin here WAITTING on my birth certificate to come in ,
because IF you're silly enough to let your license expire in the state of Oklahoma,
you gotta start all over, just like you're 16.
I found the light problem the next day in the daylight.
I'd put quick connect plugs on my wires when I started my fender bob project and that way I could fit whichever fender, and instantly be riding,
they'd ALL three come upplugged.

To all of us:

What a bunch of dumbasses! lol

dumb stunt

A few weeks ago, I went on a Rally Rider meet-up campout at Lake Whitney... kind of in the boonies. Needed gas and pulled into an old style station, kicked the stand down, unkeyed the tank, stood up and promtly was pinned between the R3 and gas pump. Couldn't move an inch. The kick stand had bouced back up. Because I was pinned, I couldn't get into a position with enough leverage to get the behemoth off me. Plus it really was uncomfortable with all the weight mushing some sensitive parts. Had to yell for help. Took two Gomer Pyle tire changing dudes to get me in the clear. They thought it was funny.

Now that was funny!

I pulled a stupid stunt on the Rocket a couple of years ago. We were getting ready to sell a house and I had taken the Rocket over to do some trim work, screen work, etc..

When I decided to leave, I hopped on the Rocket, headed down the drive way, and slowed down at the end to look for traffic. I didn't see any so I kept on rolling and proceeded to lean the bike to the left.. without speeding up.. I was telling myself "Speed up stupid a$$ or you're going to lay this thing over!!!"... But, I didn't listen to myself and I had to put a leg down, but not in time. I slowly laid the bike over and I was on the wrong side of a crowned road, so it was worse than if I had laid it over on a flat surface!.. I tried and tried to lift the bike but I couldn't quite get the center of gravity over the hump. Finally two guys in a car drove up and helped me get the bike up.. lol

I have to recall Murphy's conundrum/law.

There should be a tax deduction for persons that drive cycles...it's bound to cost us something more:kk: But not nearly as much as GATT, NAFTA, WTO, CAFTA...the reinvented IMF...and finally the New World Order.

I wont give up cycle riding til I give up entirely.