A Lil behind

Okay So yeah I’m a lil behind on posts…bah. Anyway I didn’t have much to write about other than , the near death experience by fire, massive Az heat and overly stiff rear shock.

So lets start from the beginning.

It was a week after the more recognized bike week and the hip hop bike week was now in swing, I’ll leave the detail of who when and how it came about but we ended up at a Frat BBQ with some of the riders from the week before,just know there are pictures 🙂

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Anyway after the BBQ a bunch of us decided to go to Diamond Jacks, prior to the big ride for the next morning. Well just prior to arriving to the BBQ we had stopped for gas, and I thought i may have put just a scmidge too much cuz i kept smelling residual fumes. Well after a exasperating evening I come out side to find a small puddle under Juggy.

Heff, “a lil loaded at the time” explains ah dats just water, yet the oily residue mixed with the aroma of gas leads me to think something else. to which was soon resolved after i ran Juggy for a minute, letting the puddle consume a large swatch of ground, and then moving Juggy up a few feet away. if i was right i definitely didn’t want him that close, and sure enuff with a flick of bic, the parking lot was ablaze.

After a few moments of not being able to find the leak and chalked it up to over flow, but was still a lil leary of it, and didn’t want Elise riding back with gas creeping down her legs, so another of Heff’s friends took her and followed us to my house, originally part of the plan due to one of our inebriation and the other to a possible Ricky Bobby moment in the making.

Some told me i had to go kinda slow because someone following had a flat, but that thought quickly left my headed when i was having visions of going up in flames at speed. 10 minutes later i was pulling into my drive way, with a few people still some 5 min behind with the exception of Jay and heff, who were riding.

Turns out the p0roblem wasn’t overflow at all it was a crack in the flow, to be more precise it was a cracked fuel pump, and unfortunately there was no quick way to fix it to get back up and running by the next day, my Hip Hop Bike week was over.

Looking back on the whole thing, it’s kinda funny and scary, since the fuel pump is on the same side as the exhaust which at the time still shot flames from the tip when at speed or down shifting and as fast as i was going all it really would have taken was one of the those flames to pop out while taking a right hand corner to…well ya get the point.

it’s all good now ..and more stories/pics to come