Originally Posted by -BT-
(Post 890905)
Coming back from dewey beach, de to ocean city, md at like 9AM on coastal hwy. I’m thinking no traffic I’ll be there in 20, WRONG. I ran into a MF’ing triathlon along the way. Every 5 or so miles we go from 2 lanes to 1, and we sit idle for like 20 minutes each time, I got these high on life sumbitches flying by me on the side of the road with their 12-speeds and I’m sitting flat footed waiting for traffic to open again. I’m looking at my gas and I’m like “I’m good, I got like another 25+ miles”, WRONG. I didn’t take into account the hour or so the bike was sitting there idling, so I’m whaling along around 65mph and it just starts to sputter, great, what did I blow now. Did not think it was the gas at all initially, went to start it again, dead dead, I mean dead, open the gas tank, give it a shake, I don’t hear one f*cking splash.
OK, dignity time. I can either park my bike on the side of the road and walk into town, not knowing where/if there’s a gas station near, or, I can swallow my pride and push it, keep in mind it’s bike week in DE/MD at this time. So I’m pushing it, and bikers are flying by I can only imagine how hard they were laughing at me, a couple women sitting on the back of bikes looked back and either smiled or laughed at me. *for the record, if a BIKER did pull over and ask me if i needed some help or what was wrong i would have been like "na i'm good bro, i think i blew a pistong or something", i'll be damned if i was gonna be like "yeah can i get a lift i ran out of gas". So, I make it into town, and it’s starting to get hot, I’m at an intersection and the bike is on the grass, this old couple from Bmore pulls up in a Mercedes suv and a women peers her head out and says “do you need some help?”. The rest is history, they drove me to the gas station, waited for me to buy a gas tank and gas, drove me back, and went on their way.
It was so embarrassing I had to write about it.
Btw I secretly like your avi, that guy is svelte
-bt-
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