Driving by Michigan International Speedway one day I happen across a lone Harley rider on the side of the road. Pretty lonely spot on non-race days.I had just passed another Harley rider that must have passed by this one so I kept going another 1/4 mile or so until I realized the nearest Harley shop still lay ahead of me several miles. Taking a deep breath I turned around.
Pulling up along side the stalled rider I recieve no greeting. Ask if he needs help. Without looking at me he mumbles he's out of gas. I see the petcock is in the on position rather than reserve. Hesitant to imply he's a dummy, I asked if he tried reserve and he snarls at me that it's on reserve. Still hasn't raised his head to look me in the eye yet, he continues to grind the starter. OKaaay then...
I mention I have a siphon hose if he doesn't mind a bit of regular grade. He continues staring at his engine and turns red. I'm trying hard not to laugh at his obvious discomfort at being aided by a ricer. He says OK. Still hasn't looked at me.
I dismount and go into the saddlebag kit for the bellows siphon as another Harley rider pulls up to us nearly running into my front tire. Doesn't see me either, like I'm frikin invisible.
Says whats the matter to the other Harley rider. Out of gas he replies. PUT IT ON ******* RESERVE ! he screams. Guy flips the lever and the bikes starts. I'm cracking up openly now.
Both take off without so much as a kiss my ***. :blink: I put my stuff away still laughing. I'm laughing now thinking about it. :lol:
So yes , it's okay to laugh as long as no one's bleeding.
