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Originally Posted by was92v
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.
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That and my experience would make a good "Wanna get away ?" commercial.