kblahetka
Supercharged
I'm gearing up for a half ironman in a few weeks and was out on a long bike ride (bicycle) on Saturday. The Freedom run was taking place at the same time. So I'm minding my own when a county sheriff pulls up and tells me to pull over to the side of the road until the parade thins out, not a problem. I stand on the shoulder as 100s of bikes go blasing past. Some people waved, some ass hats had to buzz close and gun the throttle and 18 dip ****s yelled for me to get an engine (yes I counted).
The pack thins out and I am now back on my with staggered groups still coming by. Saw some pretty cool bikes and trike that may have been built from a mini van. It was really tall and wide. Like a hot wheels concept.
Anyway, the bikers turn on one road, I keep going straight and I'm back to peace and quiet. Then it starts raining like a mother ****er for a little bit. On my way back I see a couple of bikes pulled to the side of the road and I stopped to see if they needed help. One bike had the air filter cover off and the filter on the seat. The group made a few jokes about me offering them a ride and such and told me they were getting some fresh gas and maybe a tow truck. So I offer to help again, more jokes, and finally I say "look, I own a motorcycle, I'm going to guess you sucked in water into your carb and I can help if you want it." Ummm, ok. Shut off the bikes petcock, drained the fuel from the float bowl into one of my empty water bottles, bumped the starter a few times to pull some dry air in, used my c02 pump to dry the carb out, turned the gas back on and it fired up. These guys looked at me like I was a talking dog. Guess it's hard to look like a biker in spandex.
The pack thins out and I am now back on my with staggered groups still coming by. Saw some pretty cool bikes and trike that may have been built from a mini van. It was really tall and wide. Like a hot wheels concept.
Anyway, the bikers turn on one road, I keep going straight and I'm back to peace and quiet. Then it starts raining like a mother ****er for a little bit. On my way back I see a couple of bikes pulled to the side of the road and I stopped to see if they needed help. One bike had the air filter cover off and the filter on the seat. The group made a few jokes about me offering them a ride and such and told me they were getting some fresh gas and maybe a tow truck. So I offer to help again, more jokes, and finally I say "look, I own a motorcycle, I'm going to guess you sucked in water into your carb and I can help if you want it." Ummm, ok. Shut off the bikes petcock, drained the fuel from the float bowl into one of my empty water bottles, bumped the starter a few times to pull some dry air in, used my c02 pump to dry the carb out, turned the gas back on and it fired up. These guys looked at me like I was a talking dog. Guess it's hard to look like a biker in spandex.
