Heading home to Virginia after a camping for 5 days during motorcycle speed
week at Daytona Beach Fla. Bike on a trailer behind, rolling up I95 at
night, really into a book-on-tape playing on the stereo,
and.....sputter-sput-sput. Panicked look at the gage-OH Shit!!
I was trying to figure a way to get some gas out of the bike gastank when
along comes a county policeman. He was good enough to give me a ride to the
next exit, where I paid an obscene price for a gas can, (they said they were
closing & wouldn't be there by the time I got going to bring the can back).
The cop then drove me back to the van, & stayed until the thundering 2.1 L
sprang to life & I was on my way again. Moral 1, Check the gage stupid!!
Moral 2, Sometimes there IS a cop around when you need one, (I thanked him
profusely!)
Ron Komoroski