"Panic, now!"
So there I am, tooling along at a heady 75km/h on the Northwestern, heading towards the city and a gap opens up. Not just a little gap mind, but a huge, long gap that stretches and disappears among the concrete barriers that are spaghetti junction. All the cars in front of me had dived for either the Ports or Hamilton ramps (among lots of horns, fists and "friendly" thankyou waves) and I could now make my run into the city. I hadn't hit the 80km/h limited bit yet, so I opened the throttle wide...
...cough, cough, surge. What the HELL was that. Quick check of the odometer, 160 kms, just inside my commuting tank range. Oh shit! Now here's a good time to start running out of gas! What to do, what to do?
Now here's the friendly advice.....when buying a bike do 2 things in addition to the usual kicks and pokes. Number 1, check where the reserve cock is and make sure that you know how to reach it when seated. Next, make sure after every fill to turn it to "On", not "Res". Then check it again. And reset your odo.
As one who practices what he preaches, except to my children, I spent the next few seconds garnering a few strange looks as I desperately fiddled just below my left nut until I had found my cock and turned it (one of those items is part of the bike BTW). Vrooooom. Off I go with the devil at my heels, round the corner and into the queue waiting to get onto Nelson St.
There's only 1 traffic jam in Auckland, and it's following me!!!!!
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