oldryder
Well-known member
Thought I'd relate this story as it shows it's possible to deal with a tankful of diesel out on the road...
August 2008
1st, I'm not an idiot. The pump was labeled "premium"
Me and my 14 year old daughter on an '88 GL1500. 3 days out from Corvalis Oregon headed home to MN. Had a flat tire yesterday and lost most of a day.
central wyoming. "jeffery city". a dive no name bar with two gas pumps in front. unleaded was 85 octane so I decided to use "Premium".
filled up; got about 2 miles and she lost power and quit. knew immediately it was a fuel problem.
flagged a guy down , George, (in less than a minute) and got a ride back to the bar. The people there were idiots, accepted no responsibility for the mislabed pump, and basically told me tough sh!t and I could call the number on the pump. "Oh, wasn't there a little note on the pump that said diesel?" I was NOT happy.
good samaritan George emptied a can of camp stove fuel so we'd have something to put gas in. About this time a woman on a Harley rode up and asked if the Gold Wing down the road was ours and were we out of gas. We explained and she related a similar incident and then gave us a siphon hose out of her saddle bag, said "good Luck", and rode off. (I'm not sure but I think she might have been an angel)
George gave me a ride back to bike. started siphon (it takes about a day to get the taste of diesel out of your mouth) but also removed covers and battery box looking for place I might be able to remove fuel line on tank. never did find it.
siphoning took over an hour but we did get almost all of it out. got a lot of fuel out after the red fuel lite came on.
put in 1 gallon of gas, buttoned her up, and tried to start it. lots of battery cranking. no go. George PUSHED me several hundred yards. no go but an occasional fire.
George towed me with his car for about 1/8 mile. I left it in gear with ignition on. finally it fired up, blew some black smoke, and ran perfect from then on.
George the good samaritan refused any money (as I knew he would). I got his address and sent him a very special lazy susan in an exotic stone from my granite business. And some day I'll sped a couple hours helping some poor bastard out on the road.
thats it.
ps. now I carry one of the siphons from the Aerostitch catalog.
August 2008
1st, I'm not an idiot. The pump was labeled "premium"
Me and my 14 year old daughter on an '88 GL1500. 3 days out from Corvalis Oregon headed home to MN. Had a flat tire yesterday and lost most of a day.
central wyoming. "jeffery city". a dive no name bar with two gas pumps in front. unleaded was 85 octane so I decided to use "Premium".
filled up; got about 2 miles and she lost power and quit. knew immediately it was a fuel problem.
flagged a guy down , George, (in less than a minute) and got a ride back to the bar. The people there were idiots, accepted no responsibility for the mislabed pump, and basically told me tough sh!t and I could call the number on the pump. "Oh, wasn't there a little note on the pump that said diesel?" I was NOT happy.
good samaritan George emptied a can of camp stove fuel so we'd have something to put gas in. About this time a woman on a Harley rode up and asked if the Gold Wing down the road was ours and were we out of gas. We explained and she related a similar incident and then gave us a siphon hose out of her saddle bag, said "good Luck", and rode off. (I'm not sure but I think she might have been an angel)
George gave me a ride back to bike. started siphon (it takes about a day to get the taste of diesel out of your mouth) but also removed covers and battery box looking for place I might be able to remove fuel line on tank. never did find it.
siphoning took over an hour but we did get almost all of it out. got a lot of fuel out after the red fuel lite came on.
put in 1 gallon of gas, buttoned her up, and tried to start it. lots of battery cranking. no go. George PUSHED me several hundred yards. no go but an occasional fire.
George towed me with his car for about 1/8 mile. I left it in gear with ignition on. finally it fired up, blew some black smoke, and ran perfect from then on.
George the good samaritan refused any money (as I knew he would). I got his address and sent him a very special lazy susan in an exotic stone from my granite business. And some day I'll sped a couple hours helping some poor bastard out on the road.
thats it.
ps. now I carry one of the siphons from the Aerostitch catalog.