retromike3
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questions at the gas station
I have a two gallon red plastic gas can that I use when I run out of my privet mix. So I was getting down to my last half gallon and I bunged my two gallon red tank to my rear rack and headed to the gas station. I usually go to the local Fred Myers and there in the middle of the parking lot was the line four abreast for gas. Not even a motorcycle in sight. As I was waiting the fellow next to me rolled his window down and explained that he used to work in Panama and those kind of bikes were everywhere down there but I was the first one he saw up here. After a wile it was his turn and later I went up for my little squirt.
The attendant asked if I wanted the tank on my bike filled(I declined) then he asked if the red tank on my rack was hooked to the engine(I responded no I have to mix fuel and oil before I put it in the gas tank on the bike.) "like a mower?" your right I responded and then I got the milage question. I explained that I have a tuned exhaust pipe and I don't get as good as milage as some I told him I get about a hundred and twenty miles per gallon if I keep my foot out of it.
Of all of the people in my part of town I feel like I am totally by myself, I think I am the only MB in this part of the city. and even when I ride my bicycle everybody else seems to be wearing there MP3 player or talking on the phone to involved to note that I was even there. I have met other MB riders and after I explain that I have on too its usually like talking to somebody I have meet before (call it MB bonding)
Mike Frye the bike guy
I have a two gallon red plastic gas can that I use when I run out of my privet mix. So I was getting down to my last half gallon and I bunged my two gallon red tank to my rear rack and headed to the gas station. I usually go to the local Fred Myers and there in the middle of the parking lot was the line four abreast for gas. Not even a motorcycle in sight. As I was waiting the fellow next to me rolled his window down and explained that he used to work in Panama and those kind of bikes were everywhere down there but I was the first one he saw up here. After a wile it was his turn and later I went up for my little squirt.
The attendant asked if I wanted the tank on my bike filled(I declined) then he asked if the red tank on my rack was hooked to the engine(I responded no I have to mix fuel and oil before I put it in the gas tank on the bike.) "like a mower?" your right I responded and then I got the milage question. I explained that I have a tuned exhaust pipe and I don't get as good as milage as some I told him I get about a hundred and twenty miles per gallon if I keep my foot out of it.
Of all of the people in my part of town I feel like I am totally by myself, I think I am the only MB in this part of the city. and even when I ride my bicycle everybody else seems to be wearing there MP3 player or talking on the phone to involved to note that I was even there. I have met other MB riders and after I explain that I have on too its usually like talking to somebody I have meet before (call it MB bonding)
Mike Frye the bike guy