I had a all time winner today. I went for a a pastrami sandwich today which was 150 miles away from me. As I have posted before here I lost 165 lbs almost 4 years ago and the way I keep it off is I diet hard Monday through Saturday but gorge myself all day Sunday (I know, sounds crazy and unhealthy but it is what works for me at this time) and will usually ride for my "big meal" somewhere 100 to 200 miles away to really make the day fun for me. When I was coming back I was trying to re set my "range" on my bike because when I put the 124 in a few months ago I also put in a Dakota Digital small gauge (reads oil temp, oil pressure, voltage and fuel level) that replaced my oil pressure gauge and it hasn't worked since. My tech thought it was because he split the fuel sending wire to send to the new gauge so he un did that and told me to go from full to as empty as possible to re set it. I was on the freeway and it did work and the range showed "low fuel" so I took the next off ramp and started looking for a station. I had trouble finding a station and was starting to et nervous when I saw a 76 station. I filled up and followed my nav out when I started to smell gas and when I look down (on the freeway on ramp), yep I did it, no gas cap! I took the next exit with gas spraying all over the place (I always fill it to the absolute max) and when I came up the the stoplight I tried to lean the bike to the left (No I don't know what i was thinking) and over it went right in the middle of the road! I tried to pick it up myself because my adrenaline was pumping like mad and I bent my handlebars (Chubby 12 1/2 inch 502's) but couldn't get my bike up. Some idiot 20 something guys started yelling at me to pick my bike up and I went nuts and started yelling at the punks to quit being idiots and help me which of course they didn't! Luckily for me a guy my age got out and helped me get it back up because I think he thought us old guys have to stick together and probably thought those young guys were going to kill me which Im sure they thought about. So now I really have gas all over the place and I can't find the da-- gas station with all the 1 way streets in Dana Point by the beach. I was in full panic mode and unbelievably pissed off at the world and especially myself that i now had a bent handlebar which I wasn't sure if I could even ride it on the freeway like that. Finally I did get back on the freeway going back past where I got off in the first place (bike ran fine though uncomfortable) and re traced my route to the station where my gas cap was still sitting on the pump. Felony stupid for sure!!
Sorry for being so long winded but I had to tell someone and I sure as hell won't tell anyone in my family about this, I would never hear the end of it!!
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