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Yesterday started as what I thought would be a typical day, nice weather, easy 40 min ride to work, good running bike and so on… Around lunch time I checked the weather and just about all of western and central NY had severe weather warning. What surprised me was the speed and the size of the red blob about to consume Buffalo (Im in Corning). Keeping an eye on it throughout the day, I kind of knew it was going to be a close one. So around 4:30 I check the weather online and it was obvious the most severe of it would pass before I got out and I would have to deal with a shower for the ride home. So, I decided to go get my rain gear out of my bag, because there is no sense standing in the rain for 5 mins putting on the gear. As I got outside walking towards my bike I noticed a few odd things
… Emergency response personnel down the street directing traffic, flashing lights, tree branches down in the road, garbage cans and cigarette barrels strewn about the place, big ugly black sky (and worst was suppose to be on its way) … And there she was, on the ground
, on the right side with someone else’s huge gray Yamaha sport touring bike on top of her
. So I rushed over and picked up the grey one then proceeded to get mine off the ground. All the commotion from the weather and being tackled by another bike must of scared her because she pissed her pants all over the place right there on the ground
. Then, I consoled her and pick her up and wouldn’t ya know, she let a little more fly and my leg was doused with about a half a cup to add insult. So I do damage control on both bikes and I see the sport touring bike broke the R mirror off and busted up the wind shield, dented tank and some scratches. My bike took it fairly well and escaped almost unharmed. The left side of my bars got tweaked ever so slightly and it loosened my left mirror
… Form what I can tell, the wind blew so damn hard that it pushed that wall of a touring bike up and over from the side stand onto its right side clipping the end of my bar and knocking my (also on its side stand) bike over to its right side. In any case, my evening was ruined by that little escapade, my pants too… I took the time to take the bottom off my air box to dump out the remaining fuel and dry the filter. Waited about another hour for the rest of the storm to pass and for the bike to dry out, then started no problem and was on my way. But it doesn’t stop there, noooo. About half way into my commute she began intermittently misfiring 2 cylinders. To make matters worse I was out in the country side far from any main road, so I limped on because they kept coming in and out and I knew the next town was all down hill. So, I made it to the bottom of the hill in town, rolled through a stop and soon as I got into second gear, not even missing a beat they decided to kick back in and about pulled arms off. At that point I wasn’t sure if my coils were bad, if it was because of the moisture, or if tipping it over did anything, and so on. Well I decided since it was running fine I would clime the big hill and head towards home. I made it up the steepest part and in the last leg of the hill it cut out. At about 65 or so it felt like it blew two cylinders but I could tell it was ignition. I turned her down hill and headed around the corner to my cousins house, at least if I needed I could leave it there or attempt to find out what is wrong. Pulled into the garage and told him the above. Went to put her on the center stand and lost the balance and down she went. Here I am holding on as hard as I could and couldn’t stop it. Once it gets to that certain point not much will stop her if you’re on the wrong side, you all know that feeling. Kind of like holding the bow line to the Titanic while she sinks slowly, just let her down easy. So, hahaha can’t do anything but laugh at it all now. Got it apart and noticed a bad connection by the neck of the bike. Must be supply from pulsar..? Fixed that and she ran fine. Its always a bad day when you have to pick your bike off the ground, not once but twice! But, combine that with having to pick someone else’s bike off yours, AND misfiring all in the SAME DAY!!??? What a trip, should have drove the cage to work, I almost did because I wasn’t sure if I had the fuel to make it to work… Next time I will make sure to read the signs! Oh yeah btw, no damage besides possibly bars... Hope you didnt waste 10 mins of your life reading this...
… Emergency response personnel down the street directing traffic, flashing lights, tree branches down in the road, garbage cans and cigarette barrels strewn about the place, big ugly black sky (and worst was suppose to be on its way) … And there she was, on the ground, on the right side with someone else’s huge gray Yamaha sport touring bike on top of her. So I rushed over and picked up the grey one then proceeded to get mine off the ground. All the commotion from the weather and being tackled by another bike must of scared her because she pissed her pants all over the place right there on the ground. Then, I consoled her and pick her up and wouldn’t ya know, she let a little more fly and my leg was doused with about a half a cup to add insult. So I do damage control on both bikes and I see the sport touring bike broke the R mirror off and busted up the wind shield, dented tank and some scratches. My bike took it fairly well and escaped almost unharmed. The left side of my bars got tweaked ever so slightly and it loosened my left mirror… Form what I can tell, the wind blew so damn hard that it pushed that wall of a touring bike up and over from the side stand onto its right side clipping the end of my bar and knocking my (also on its side stand) bike over to its right side. In any case, my evening was ruined by that little escapade, my pants too… I took the time to take the bottom off my air box to dump out the remaining fuel and dry the filter. Waited about another hour for the rest of the storm to pass and for the bike to dry out, then started no problem and was on my way. But it doesn’t stop there, noooo. About half way into my commute she began intermittently misfiring 2 cylinders. To make matters worse I was out in the country side far from any main road, so I limped on because they kept coming in and out and I knew the next town was all down hill. So, I made it to the bottom of the hill in town, rolled through a stop and soon as I got into second gear, not even missing a beat they decided to kick back in and about pulled arms off. At that point I wasn’t sure if my coils were bad, if it was because of the moisture, or if tipping it over did anything, and so on. Well I decided since it was running fine I would clime the big hill and head towards home. I made it up the steepest part and in the last leg of the hill it cut out. At about 65 or so it felt like it blew two cylinders but I could tell it was ignition. I turned her down hill and headed around the corner to my cousins house, at least if I needed I could leave it there or attempt to find out what is wrong. Pulled into the garage and told him the above. Went to put her on the center stand and lost the balance and down she went. Here I am holding on as hard as I could and couldn’t stop it. Once it gets to that certain point not much will stop her if you’re on the wrong side, you all know that feeling. Kind of like holding the bow line to the Titanic while she sinks slowly, just let her down easy. So, hahaha can’t do anything but laugh at it all now. Got it apart and noticed a bad connection by the neck of the bike. Must be supply from pulsar..? Fixed that and she ran fine. Its always a bad day when you have to pick your bike off the ground, not once but twice! But, combine that with having to pick someone else’s bike off yours, AND misfiring all in the SAME DAY!!??? What a trip, should have drove the cage to work, I almost did because I wasn’t sure if I had the fuel to make it to work… Next time I will make sure to read the signs! Oh yeah btw, no damage besides possibly bars... Hope you didnt waste 10 mins of your life reading this...
(Sold back to Maximan)
Yeah that was good reading, 2am here in Aust and I can,t sleep ( been moving house for a few days with the Ute and trailer but your story reminds me of a couple ofyears ago I bought an Ultra classic electroglide to add to the stable, well I went to church the week after, I put the disk lock from my Triumph on and of course by the time church was finished I'd forgotton about it so there I am warming it up talking to a chicky babe say goodbye and off I go (Almost!) well ! one revolution of the disk's anyway and as I was turning at the same time you know the rest huh? bang!
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