12-04-2013, 04:52 AM
That reminds me of when I was on the way back from Sturgis on my old hog. It had quite a good crusing range because I had made the gas tank myself out of a fender from a '41 Buick. It was somewhere around Billings when it started to sputter so I threw the petcock into reserve and the sediment in the bottom of the tank was sucked out and stuck the needle valve so that the carb overflowed and caught fire and burned up the wires, leaving me and the old lady stranded. Luckily, I carried a roll of wire and some butt splices. Borrowed some pliers from the fire department and rewired the basics there on the side of the road so that it would run, but I had no lights. My old lady, who had been struck by lightning the night before while riding all night, was still a little shakey and didn't want to ride the rest of the way, went into town and caught a plane back to Seattle, leaving me to fend for myself. So I fired up that ol pan head, which I had modified to run 4 valve and 2 spark plug heads, and ran it nonstop wide open all the way to Seattle and actually made it to the airport ahead of her plane in time to give her a ride the rest of the way home.