Wleuthold
New Member
I had been running almost 40 miles on the blinking bottom bar of the fuel gauge.
So I stopped to fill up the bike at an unfamiliar station on Hecksher Drive, along the north bank of the St. Johns River in Jacksonville.
Because I was interested in how much it would take, I was paying attention to the pump and not the nozzle or tank. I also had ear plugs in so I couldn't hear anything much.
As the pump went past 3 gallons I thought it was a bit much. When it went to 3.7 I finally looked down at the bike and saw Old Faithful gushing out the top. The pump never stopped like it has done on my Vespa for years and on the NC for the first three fill ups.
Now I have gas all over my shoes and pants legs. And on the side of the bike.
Now that it has cooled off, it is time for a wash.
So I stopped to fill up the bike at an unfamiliar station on Hecksher Drive, along the north bank of the St. Johns River in Jacksonville.
Because I was interested in how much it would take, I was paying attention to the pump and not the nozzle or tank. I also had ear plugs in so I couldn't hear anything much.
As the pump went past 3 gallons I thought it was a bit much. When it went to 3.7 I finally looked down at the bike and saw Old Faithful gushing out the top. The pump never stopped like it has done on my Vespa for years and on the NC for the first three fill ups.
Now I have gas all over my shoes and pants legs. And on the side of the bike.
Now that it has cooled off, it is time for a wash.