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Originally Posted by z06boy
My very first bike was a 1988 Ninja 600R and I had no clue how to ride it other than 1 down and 4 up...right hand for the brake and left hand for the clutch.
I drove it off of the lot and took it into a neighborhood behind the dealership to ride around before hitting the busy city streets at 5:00 pm during rush hour. 
Well the bike cut off and would not start back up several blocks away so I parked it and walked back to the dealership to get some help. The guy looked at me and asked if I flipped the tank to reserve. I didn't even know what he was talking about but when it registered about a second later I just turned around and walked back to the bike and sure enough...it started. 
I'm surprised I got home alive...but I did.  |
LOL, that reminded me of doing the same thing. When I was 17 I bought my first new bike, a 250 Yamaha 2-stroke
street bike. It fouled the plugs about 2 miles from the shop and they came out and put some new bullets in it. Ran great and away I went. The next day I was coming down the street and it sputtered and died about a block from the shop. I was just sure it had fouled the plugs again and pushed it to the shop and told them just what I thought about those plugs! The mechanic came out to look at the bike, turned the petcock to reserve, kicked it twice and it started. He gave me "That Look" over his glasses and suggested I might find a gas station. I felt like exactly what I was, a dumb ass kid. I learned something that day.