I rebuilt the left petcock on my 78E, very little leakage in 24 hours, probably between 3/8-1/2" in clear fuel line. Anyway put it all back together drove it about 20 miles then filled it up and brought it home to sit till the next day. Next morn'n garage smelled of gas, (SWMBO did not care for this fragrance at all) fuel is leaking out of #3 carb into the airbox.
Now comes the funny part (read expensive) I pull the seat then the tank fuel lines at the petcocks right hand first then the left. When I pull the left side, petcock on, I get a stream of fuel at full force. I try to hook the fuel line back up, not happening to slick. My wife is across the street at the neighbors and I yell for her to come and help me NOW. She takes off running I yell again to slow down, she turns into my daughter on her bike and has a wreck with her. They go ass overend. Daughter (8 years old)crawls to mom, mom not moving. Laid out like a dead armadillo on her back. I can't go to help I have my finger over the petcock. 5 plus gallon of gas in the garage with my gas water heater I did not think would be a good idea.
Some neighbors get to her and they are looking at me with blood in there eyes, that I would be so heartless as to just stand there working on my bike and do nothing to help her. I have nothing to plug the leak try again to hook up fuel line, too slippery can't get a grip. Rip the tank of the bike and prop outside the garage. Neighbors still can't figure out why I'm not there. Find short piece of fuel line and a pair of hemostats, install and clamp off the line. Wife is moving by now but not up.
I arrive to the scene of the dreadful accident to find her breathing in shallow gasps. I thought her rib was broke and punctured her lung. She fell on the bike pedal on her left side.
Everybody says call the ambulance so being the kind hearted sole that I am I called them. 3 minutes later they show up (quick huh) and begin to ask all the pertinent question as to what kind of insurance do I have and why would I beat my wife to this degree. We the neighbors and myself explain for the second time what happened, they don't believe it at first but we finally convince them.
They ask if they can strap her to a backboard and put on a neck brace for transport, my wife is moving her head all over the place so everybody knows her neck is not involved. Anyway they strap her down and take to the local hospital where she is then moved to a gurney which promptly collapses.
After about 5 min a nurse comes over and asks me to move away so she can talk to my wife alone. I move away then I overhear my wife telling her what happened. The nurse tells her that I won't hurt her anymore and that she would call security to make sure I didn't. Wife explains for the forth time what happened. Then nurse asks her if this injury has affected her eating habits or menstrual cycle. I am back by now and tell the nurse it only happened 20 minutes ago just how the hell would my wife know if accident affected either of these things. Nurse tells me to go away or she would call security on me she did not like wife beaters.
I will tell you I have never hit a woman in my life but the nurse was coming close.
The nurse finally goes away and we wait for 40 minutes for a doctor to approve removing the collar and unstrapping her from the backboard. Remember there is nothing wrong with her head or neck and the doctor say's that when she was first brought in she complained to her (the doctor) of neck and head pain. My wife tells her she has never seen her nor any other doctor since she has been there. Doctor say's she is hallucinating. I was there the whole time from when wife was wheeled in, she says I must have forgotten. Now she wants to examine me. I think she just wants to strap me down so she can call security.
They finally unstrap her and take to x-ray just to find out she has a bruised rib and they send us home.
My question is should I add in the cost for the ambulance ride, neck collar, backboard, emergency room, x-ray and the quack doctor to the cost of my rebuild?
This happened the night before we evacuated Houston because of Hurricane Rita. We got home from the hospital about 1:30am and up at 6. I went to work and wife is watching the news, panics and decides to pack up the house and move to LA. We leave home at 8:30pm for a 5 hour trip which took us 12 hours because of the traffic out of Houston. Two Ford Explorers packed to the brim with all pictures in the house and everything from the freezers. Son drives one me the other. Wife withering in pain for twelve hours. NOT A FUN TRIP. No trailer so couldn't take the bike that really pissed me off. Of coarse nothing much happened in Houston. It went to LA where we went. Next time I'm staying home. By the way 10 steaks thawed out in LA so my wife decides to leave them for the people still there. I'm still pissed why couldn't we leave em some soup or something?
Now comes the funny part (read expensive) I pull the seat then the tank fuel lines at the petcocks right hand first then the left. When I pull the left side, petcock on, I get a stream of fuel at full force. I try to hook the fuel line back up, not happening to slick. My wife is across the street at the neighbors and I yell for her to come and help me NOW. She takes off running I yell again to slow down, she turns into my daughter on her bike and has a wreck with her. They go ass overend. Daughter (8 years old)crawls to mom, mom not moving. Laid out like a dead armadillo on her back. I can't go to help I have my finger over the petcock. 5 plus gallon of gas in the garage with my gas water heater I did not think would be a good idea.
Some neighbors get to her and they are looking at me with blood in there eyes, that I would be so heartless as to just stand there working on my bike and do nothing to help her. I have nothing to plug the leak try again to hook up fuel line, too slippery can't get a grip. Rip the tank of the bike and prop outside the garage. Neighbors still can't figure out why I'm not there. Find short piece of fuel line and a pair of hemostats, install and clamp off the line. Wife is moving by now but not up.
I arrive to the scene of the dreadful accident to find her breathing in shallow gasps. I thought her rib was broke and punctured her lung. She fell on the bike pedal on her left side.
Everybody says call the ambulance so being the kind hearted sole that I am I called them. 3 minutes later they show up (quick huh) and begin to ask all the pertinent question as to what kind of insurance do I have and why would I beat my wife to this degree. We the neighbors and myself explain for the second time what happened, they don't believe it at first but we finally convince them.
They ask if they can strap her to a backboard and put on a neck brace for transport, my wife is moving her head all over the place so everybody knows her neck is not involved. Anyway they strap her down and take to the local hospital where she is then moved to a gurney which promptly collapses.
After about 5 min a nurse comes over and asks me to move away so she can talk to my wife alone. I move away then I overhear my wife telling her what happened. The nurse tells her that I won't hurt her anymore and that she would call security to make sure I didn't. Wife explains for the forth time what happened. Then nurse asks her if this injury has affected her eating habits or menstrual cycle. I am back by now and tell the nurse it only happened 20 minutes ago just how the hell would my wife know if accident affected either of these things. Nurse tells me to go away or she would call security on me she did not like wife beaters.
I will tell you I have never hit a woman in my life but the nurse was coming close.
The nurse finally goes away and we wait for 40 minutes for a doctor to approve removing the collar and unstrapping her from the backboard. Remember there is nothing wrong with her head or neck and the doctor say's that when she was first brought in she complained to her (the doctor) of neck and head pain. My wife tells her she has never seen her nor any other doctor since she has been there. Doctor say's she is hallucinating. I was there the whole time from when wife was wheeled in, she says I must have forgotten. Now she wants to examine me. I think she just wants to strap me down so she can call security.
They finally unstrap her and take to x-ray just to find out she has a bruised rib and they send us home.
My question is should I add in the cost for the ambulance ride, neck collar, backboard, emergency room, x-ray and the quack doctor to the cost of my rebuild?
This happened the night before we evacuated Houston because of Hurricane Rita. We got home from the hospital about 1:30am and up at 6. I went to work and wife is watching the news, panics and decides to pack up the house and move to LA. We leave home at 8:30pm for a 5 hour trip which took us 12 hours because of the traffic out of Houston. Two Ford Explorers packed to the brim with all pictures in the house and everything from the freezers. Son drives one me the other. Wife withering in pain for twelve hours. NOT A FUN TRIP. No trailer so couldn't take the bike that really pissed me off. Of coarse nothing much happened in Houston. It went to LA where we went. Next time I'm staying home. By the way 10 steaks thawed out in LA so my wife decides to leave them for the people still there. I'm still pissed why couldn't we leave em some soup or something?
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