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So, I go outside at my office this afternoon to have a smoke. Yes...I'm an evil smoker!
Out on the corner of the office driveway, there is what appears to be a dead motorcycle with what looks like a guy standing next to it, talking on a cellphone...hard to tell if it's a guy or not...back to me, wearing what looks like an oversized riding suit. Very "unisex" from a distance.
The bike is obviously not running, but the headlights are on. I holler over "turn off your key, your lights are on and you'll kill your battery." I turn away and continue with my break time.
Suddenly, this sweet, VERY feminine voice replies "Thank You, Sir!"
Hmmmmmm...definitely a pleasant, non-male voice. Howie needs to check this out.
So I mozy on over to see what's up. Dead Suzuki Bandit 600S that looks just like this...
"What's up" I ask..."Outta gas?"
"Yes" replies a very attractive (now that I'm closer and can tell) young lady.
"Fuel injected or carbureted" I query.
"Carbureted" comes the angelic reply.
"Mind if I take a look?" "No, sir..."
I open up the tank and it is as dry as a popcorn fart. "Want some gas?" "No thanks, my mom is coming to get me" she replies.
"Wait just a minute...." I say. Go back inside the office, get the keys to one of the station vans and pull out the gas can. We carry gas for our portable generators. I holler back at her to roll the bike up under the parking cover as it's just starting to rain, grab the key from the ignition, unlock the gas cap and dump a couple gallons of fresh, new, non-ethanol gas into the tank. Set the petcock to "prime", make sure it's in neutral and hit the starter........Brrrrrrrr.....VROOMMMMMMMMMMMM. Fires right up.
You'd have thought she'd just won the lottery, what with the gigantic smile on her face. I tell her to call her mom and and tell her to turn around and go home. She asks me my name and tells me hers...Lisa! Then asks me if she can give me a hug!! WIN!!!
Tell her where the nearest gas station is, give her $5 and tell her to be careful. She absolutely gushes thanks to me, climbs aboard and drives away.
If you see or know Lisa, find out if she made it home okay.
I made a new friend today.
Out on the corner of the office driveway, there is what appears to be a dead motorcycle with what looks like a guy standing next to it, talking on a cellphone...hard to tell if it's a guy or not...back to me, wearing what looks like an oversized riding suit. Very "unisex" from a distance.
The bike is obviously not running, but the headlights are on. I holler over "turn off your key, your lights are on and you'll kill your battery." I turn away and continue with my break time.
Suddenly, this sweet, VERY feminine voice replies "Thank You, Sir!"
Hmmmmmm...definitely a pleasant, non-male voice. Howie needs to check this out.
So I mozy on over to see what's up. Dead Suzuki Bandit 600S that looks just like this...
"What's up" I ask..."Outta gas?"
"Yes" replies a very attractive (now that I'm closer and can tell) young lady.
"Fuel injected or carbureted" I query.
"Carbureted" comes the angelic reply.
"Mind if I take a look?" "No, sir..."
I open up the tank and it is as dry as a popcorn fart. "Want some gas?" "No thanks, my mom is coming to get me" she replies.
"Wait just a minute...." I say. Go back inside the office, get the keys to one of the station vans and pull out the gas can. We carry gas for our portable generators. I holler back at her to roll the bike up under the parking cover as it's just starting to rain, grab the key from the ignition, unlock the gas cap and dump a couple gallons of fresh, new, non-ethanol gas into the tank. Set the petcock to "prime", make sure it's in neutral and hit the starter........Brrrrrrrr.....VROOMMMMMMMMMMMM. Fires right up.
You'd have thought she'd just won the lottery, what with the gigantic smile on her face. I tell her to call her mom and and tell her to turn around and go home. She asks me my name and tells me hers...Lisa! Then asks me if she can give me a hug!! WIN!!!
Tell her where the nearest gas station is, give her $5 and tell her to be careful. She absolutely gushes thanks to me, climbs aboard and drives away.
If you see or know Lisa, find out if she made it home okay.
I made a new friend today.
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