...unread emails in my gmail inbox. This would drive Comp crazy if he knew. I've had this email address for a while, but wow, that's carazee. At this point, I'm not going to get to them. oops. Took a much needed day to handle some personal business and at the end of the afternoon decided to start the shovel up and take 'er for a spin around Park Slope in the 50 degree January weather.
On my way back to Manhattan to catch Nada Surf though, the bike stalled at a traffic light and wouldn't start. nothing. key off, kick 3 times, key on, twist throttle 3 times, kick. rinse, repeat with enricher knob up. rinse repeat. rinse. SWEATING. I even had a few passers-by stop and watch. Because that ALWAYS helps! Luckily for everyone around nobody was a "mechanic" and told me that it was probably flooded. They just watched and let me mumble to myself in peace knowing that this was going to be an easy fix.
the kicker/clutch started slipping again when kicked so that HAD to be it. broke out the tool roll and fixed that. Much better engagement now. BUT still no starting.
Even tried pop starting it down 15th street, but nothing. you know what? out of gas. yep. the low gas light didn't go on to warn me. dummy. the sound of the picture below was this: "shush, shush, shush, shush..." go ahead and say it either out loud or in your head. make that sound. the "shush, shush, shush, shush" of my front brake rotor rubbing slightly on the pads.
put a few dollars of gas in, and voila, gas filter filled up with gas, carb got some liquid gold and key off, kick three times, key on, twist throttle 3 times, kick...BAM WHAM NOISE! started right up. I'll say it again.....dummy. It's usually the easy stuff. Luckily I wasn't late to the show.