TheAxeman
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Just relating a story here so I don't want it to turn into a Harley bashing fest.
I parked the bike in downtown Halifax last weekend intentionally leaving enough room for other bikes to park next to me since it was a premium spot. When I came back there were 4 of the nastiest, dirtiest, most rusted Harleys I have ever seen parked next to me with 3 guys leaning over the last bike in the line. One guy had the gas line in his hand, one guy had his finger over the nipple coming out of the tank, there was already 2 gallons of gas surrounding all the bikes and running down the gutter, and they were all wondering where they were going to get a screwdriver. Of course, me being the guy I am, I spoke up and took out my tool kit and dumped it on the ground. "The BMW guy's got one" they all cried at once! Its not a BMW its a Yam.....oh never mind. I asked the little Dutch Boy trying to plug the leaking tank what happened to his bike. "Its not my bike!" He told me he had walked out of the bar and was standing next to this bike and the gas line fell off. The guy had put a 3/8" rubber vacuum hose over the small nipple coming out of the tank and tryed to sock down on a hose clamp to tighten it up (didn't work). So here we all are trying to fix some guys bike who nobody knows and the line from the other tank simply falls off. I thought at that point I was going to wet my pants I was laughing so hard. By now I have my girlfriend running up and down the street telling people to put out their cigarettes because there is going to be a major explosion otherwise. Out comes the guy who owns the bike to take over the fix and proclaims "I rode it here and I'm riding it home". Of course someone suggests calling the fire dept to kitty litter the area but everyone is drunk (excluding me, the BMW guy) so they are all worried about getting busted. Thats when I smacked the guy on the shoulder and told him he needs the screwdriver more than I do so keep it. The last any of us saw of him, he was kneeling in a puddle of gas with his fingers over both holes yelling at his girlfriend to go find a pair of scissors while we were pushing our bikes down the street so we could at least fire them up without it becoming a major conflagration.....Has anybody seen a flaming motorcycle going down the road in NS lately?
I parked the bike in downtown Halifax last weekend intentionally leaving enough room for other bikes to park next to me since it was a premium spot. When I came back there were 4 of the nastiest, dirtiest, most rusted Harleys I have ever seen parked next to me with 3 guys leaning over the last bike in the line. One guy had the gas line in his hand, one guy had his finger over the nipple coming out of the tank, there was already 2 gallons of gas surrounding all the bikes and running down the gutter, and they were all wondering where they were going to get a screwdriver. Of course, me being the guy I am, I spoke up and took out my tool kit and dumped it on the ground. "The BMW guy's got one" they all cried at once! Its not a BMW its a Yam.....oh never mind. I asked the little Dutch Boy trying to plug the leaking tank what happened to his bike. "Its not my bike!" He told me he had walked out of the bar and was standing next to this bike and the gas line fell off. The guy had put a 3/8" rubber vacuum hose over the small nipple coming out of the tank and tryed to sock down on a hose clamp to tighten it up (didn't work). So here we all are trying to fix some guys bike who nobody knows and the line from the other tank simply falls off. I thought at that point I was going to wet my pants I was laughing so hard. By now I have my girlfriend running up and down the street telling people to put out their cigarettes because there is going to be a major explosion otherwise. Out comes the guy who owns the bike to take over the fix and proclaims "I rode it here and I'm riding it home". Of course someone suggests calling the fire dept to kitty litter the area but everyone is drunk (excluding me, the BMW guy) so they are all worried about getting busted. Thats when I smacked the guy on the shoulder and told him he needs the screwdriver more than I do so keep it. The last any of us saw of him, he was kneeling in a puddle of gas with his fingers over both holes yelling at his girlfriend to go find a pair of scissors while we were pushing our bikes down the street so we could at least fire them up without it becoming a major conflagration.....Has anybody seen a flaming motorcycle going down the road in NS lately?
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