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     Steviejay01 |
Have posted this on another site too......but I have a question too! Well before I start I drive a diesel car………. So that’s my excuse……. Went to fill up this morning at the local garage, and some old fella Come over with his grandson……. Ooooh nice bike you got there sonny…… sounds beautiful, looks great….blaa blaa blaa………yak yak yak……yea it’s a fantastic bike, thanks for the comments….. Yapping away as I reach for the pump……filling her up and yapping away…… “So it takes diesel too then??” SHIT……….FUCK……….BOLLOX……..NOW LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO OLD MAN……….DAMD YOU !! Paid for the Diesel, (remembering not to try and start it) got some help to put the bike on its side, pour 4/5’s of it out, filled it with more fuel, and got Julie my wife out of bed to bring down a hose to siphon it out again. Filled it again with a full tank of Optimax……..then tried to fire it up………NOTHING. Shit the bike is now fucked……I’m sat on the grass verge gutted and about to ring the AA to pick it up. Looked up and saw the kill switch on……..lmao Switched it off, fired it up and off I went……..no problems at all!! WHAT A TWAT. Moral of the story………. Don’t chat to old people……… Only problem is: Makes a little whine noise at about 5500rmp, was not there before, was thinking maybe I just need to run the fuel through and put another fresh tank in. Anyone else done summut as stupid as this?? PLEASE SAY YES!! | ||
| Court |
One of the greater and funnier stories over my 19 years of riding Buells was on a cold and snowy day when, while testing an S-3T, I got lost while on reserve, on a desolate Kansas dirt road as dark was falling. I "thought" I knew where I was headed, taking a shortcut accross Skyline Road back toward Paxico, KS. I was wrong. I finally exhausted the fuel in a location about as far from civilization as one could get and started walking in the falling sleet and ice toward the closest farm house. I knocked for several minutes to no avail. Finally, I spyed the farm tank about 7 feet in the air, with a hose and a nearby gas can. I looked all around and seeing no one filled the can as I shivered and quickly raced back down the road about 1/4 mile to the Amazon Green Buell S/N 0001. I filled the tank, tossed the can and thumbed the stater. The bike cough for a minute, emitted a series of really ugly pops and died. I opend the tank, smelled the fuel and knew immediately that I'd taken the fuel for the John Deere tractor, not the Chevy pick-up. Dark was falling as the heavily dented Ford Ranger drove past and I flagged the driver down asking for a ride to town or, better yet, if he had any gas. He didn't but cheerfully got out to remove the 4 dead raccoons from the seat to allow me in. It was as he was walking around the truck that he saw the flat tire. He went back to the cab, night approaching faster by the moment, and got one of those "shitty Xmas gift, plug into the cigarette lighter, air compressors" and we began what seemed like an endless ordeal. Finally, tires up, coons tossed in the bed, we headed down Hessdale Road (go check MapQuest)toward Allendorph. We pulled into the local convenience store where I got a 2 gallon gas container and gas, but alas no funnel or siphon hose. I walked back out to where the guy had told me he'd wait and to S.O.B. has booked. I walk accross the street to something I'd describe as a blacksmith shop to find the last employee just leaving. I explain my situation, he laughs and produces about everything I need, including the Snap-On screwdriver with the looooooooong shaft to drain the float bowl. A call to me friendly dealer, to relate the story about filling the Buell with diesel had provided littel but entertainment. I'd told them it was full of diesel and asked what to do. The response, "up the compression to 18:1 and call me in the morning" they said jokingly as they hurried off to tell all the old men that used to hang out in the lounge what the "Buell Test Rider" had done with the bike that was kept hidden under a blanket in the back of the shop during the week, sneaked in from the Buell factory on a Sunday afternoon. I finally got back to the bike and under the protection of darkness, drained the diesel (I am now kneeling in a mixture of snow, mud and diesle fuel), get the gas in, fire the bike up and set out toward home amid the I-70 beer laden traffic returning from the Kansas-Kansas State football game, to a laughing crowd at the World's No. 1 Quality Harley-Davidson dealer where I was ridiculed for weeks. You can, I am sure, now appreciate why I am so unable to blame Buell, the motorcycles, for any of my ill experiences. As an idiot, I have done more than my fair share to ensure that while riding well over 2,000 different Buell mototcycles in 44 states over the years, I've caused my own problems.  | ||
| Steviejay01 |
LMAO........Thats a great story man. Haha.....I feel much better now. Ta. S | ||
| Gearloose |
Riding buddy did this on his K100 Beemer 3 yrs. ago. Does it get brought up at rallies around the campfire? Ohhhhhhhh yah! | ||
| Reepicheep |
LMAO! I would have loved to hear them make a crack like that were Aaron in the same situation. He woulda rolled up to the dealership about three days later making about 150 foot pounds of torque  | ||
| Road_thing |
I did the same thing once, only the recipient vehicle was a '68 Camaro with a 327 and dual Holley's on a high-rise Edelbrock. It probably had almost (but not, as it turned out, quite enough) compression to run as a compression-ignition engine. The big difference was...well, have YOU ever tried to turn a Camaro upside-down to shake the fuel out of the tank?? r-t | ||
| Easyflier |
I put about $0.40 worth of diesel in the XB last summer. I didn't realize the station even sold diesel fuel and the nozzle was on the far right, where premium is located on most local AMOCO pumps. Topped it off with premium, paid up and went back outside to see what would happen. Turned the key and hit the starter, she fired right up and didn't give me a problem. I was concerned about the O2 sensor but it didn't seem to suffer any ill effects. Was getting gas at the same place late last fall and a girl did the same thing to her Sportster. I told her to ride it out and just keep adding fuel at every opportunity. I didn't see her stuck on the side of the rode that day so it must have worked out for her too. | ||
| Court |
>>>well, have YOU ever tried to turn a Camaro upside-down to shake the fuel out of the tank?? Thing....I'll see that Camaro and up you one MORGAN TENSION TUGGER. In 1971 I was working driving a Zeligson built all-wheel drive Ford F-600 Fuel Truck on a major overhead 345kV transmission line going to Jeffrey Energy Center. I was the bosses son which did not help my stead with the 250 I.B.E.W. Linemen on the project and made me fair game for ridicule. In the middle of tension stinging 795MCM "Drake" ACSR bundled conductor OVER AN ENERGIZED 230,000 VOLT line, my job was to pull alongside Mr. Jacobson the revered "tugger" operating who was running the Morgan Triple Drum Puller with all 3 drum wound with 15,000' of 3/4" special swaged wire rope. "Jake" was on one end, Steve on the other operating the tensioner which was a massive TSE 72 bull wheel model that the 11,000' rolls of Aluminum conductor were routed through. Using a series of hydraulic retarders, both the operator of the tugger and the operator of the tensioner could control the "pull" and were in constant communication to control the elevation of the tension stringing operation. Both ends of the operation were in constant communication on our dedicated wire stringing freq of 151.625mHz and would get reports from either a fellow in a pick up truck driving under the wire as it moved or a Robinson R22 heliocolopter. The conversation that day was fairly normal as the conductor approached the 230,000V steel tower line headed to Wichita. Normal, well until the bosses son decided to prove his meddle he'd fuel the tugger, hidden from view on the other side of the machine, in mid-pull while it was running. I did fill it. I filled it from one of the two tanks aboard my truck. I filled it with 87 Octane REGULAR. Have you ever heard a pair of Detroit 6-71's running on gas? Me neither....the screaming was too loud. Please, come to dinner. I have more stories. | ||
| Captainkirk |
Court; Can't make it for dinner but we love the stories! Seeing as how you're a pilot, here's one for you... Two friends of mine, "Jim" and "Larry" told me this one. Jim and Larry were up on a biennial check ride in a 210, Jim the pilot and Larry the examiner. All was routine and upon completion, they were approaching the airport and contacted Chicago Center as they entered the airspace. Chicago confirmed contact and gave them a squawk code, and the transmision went something like this... CC: "Cessna 1234X, be advised of Beechcraft Kingair traffic. Report on sighting." JIM: "Cessna 1234X, negative on Kingair traffic." Several moments later, after intense scanning all around, CC: "Cessna 1234X, traffic closing, report on sighting." JIM: "Chicago Center, negative on traffic. Say altitude." CC: "Cessna 1234X, Kingair altitude 3500 feet and closing. Do you have traffic in sight?" At this point Jim sees his altitude is around 3500 feet. After scanning fruitlessly, in desperation he turns his head around and looks out the rear window...which is totally filled with KingAir. Larry, who is jusy getting ready to call CC turns towards Jim and keys the mike just as Jim screams "Holy S#$@! Hes's right on our F***ing A**! and drops about 500 feet as the KingAir flies over the top of them. After a pause, CC comes back... "Uhhh, Cessna 1234X, an affirmative would've been sufficient..." Larry was laughing so hard he almost wet his pants. A true story! PS- I've got more........  | ||
| Dynarider |
There was this one time at band camp.......... | ||
| Wyckedflesh |
Ever see what happens to a 302 V-8 when a college girl gets confused and puts a quart of Wesson cooking oil in instead of motor oil? | ||
| Wyckedflesh |
Did you like the feel of that Clarinet Dyna? | ||
| Roadrunr |
I believe it was a flute!  | ||
| Wyckedflesh |
That was her this is Dyna  | ||
| Court |
That's frickin' hilarious! I know, from an ugly incindent over Clinton Resvevoir just outside Lawerence, KS very early on a Sunday morning, just HOW fast things pass you in the air. WOW! | ||
| Dynarider |
And then there was the incident at gym pool with the female lifeguard.............. | ||
| Captainkirk |
Dyna, Dyna, Dyna.....  | ||
| Dynarider |
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| Rockbiter1 |
Heres one for ya... I'm a Weapons Load Team Chief. I load bombs and missiles on the B-52. Late one excercise, my crew and I were performing a weapons load of a pylon with 6 multi-million dollar missiles. Things were not going well, everything was taking too long, and we could not get the pylong to line up *just right*. This is a critical procedure, as if the pylon is not exactly lined up with the mount points, the steel retaining pins will not engage the pylons mounting bushings. Well, we were all tired, frustrated, and it was *sooooo* close... "Kev...pump the pins in!" I ordered. Kev procedes to use a grease gun to pump grease behind the pins, pushing them out. One pin extends properly, the other does not. "ok Kev, see if you can wiggle the pylon a bit, to align that pin" (or words to that effect, with alot of aggitation and colorful language added) He procedes to move the pylon in various directions, trying to get that last pin in, when we hear a loud "POP". This is not a normal indication, so we do what our training told us to do...we paniced, disengaged the first pin, and lowered the pylon to take a look to see if we fragged anythng up. LO! and BEHOLD! there was a 2 inch chunk of bushing chiped off the inboard mount point. This of course, made that mount bushing quite unserviceable. We envisioned endless urinalysis and interregations.... After a 3 ring circus of investigations (to which we were thankfully not indicated to be negligent or at fault) It was determined that our previous attempt to engage the pin while it was not lined up caused the pin to catch the bearing when we were manuvering it, causing the crack. I'm told they were able to finally fix the pylon attach point. Three years later. At a cost of ONE MILLION DOLLARS. Yup, I'm a proud man.... I'm just glad I didn't have to pay for it :P |
