i was going down the garden state parkway wed afternoon in the pouring rain, going to get a tag. i feel my arms getting wet on the inside of the elbows. what the f_ck. ok, its 2 years old. maybe all gortex jackets finally start to leak eventually. ill deal with that when i get home. im heated. wet only sucks when your cold. my back tire is bald and hydroplaned on a puddle. scared me a little. then im thinking.... i havent stopped for gas in a while. i'm gonna stop at the first gas station when i get to my exit. i see my exit sign as my bike sputters. i know there is a gas station at the bottom of the ramp but i only coast far enough to look at the exit toll. i pull my emergency 16oz gas bottle out, fill up, crank on choke to get things going. less than 30* in the pouring rain with a leaking jacket. :roll: im thinking im fucked as my battery starts crapping out. who am i gonna call?
THE LAST CRANK it fires.
wow. i'm off the parkway, gas up, i'm off.
i get the tag. its 35* for the ride home, my gloves (dont have my leather gloves
) soak thru and start shocking me
WTF. unplug them. the heated jacket doesn't keep up with the leaky arms. get home. call my friend. give away the fuckin bike. went to hamilton yamaha thurs morning
will have heat controls mounted by mon.
