Okay, I wasn't "saved." It was a friend's 60th birthday party in\nBurbank, at which I undoubtedly would've eaten and drunk too much, and\nspent the night on the couch rather than drive home at 0:dark30.\n\nFriday, a friend came by to drop off a better computer than this one. In\nhis enthusiasm, he backed his car into my front tire, knocking the bike\nover. No harm, it seemed.\n\nSo, yesterday, I'm all packed for the weekend and ready to go. You know,\nleather pants, jacket, MP3 headphones in my helmet, heading to gas up.\nOh, hey, my foot is wet halfway down the block! It's gas. I stop, get\noff, to see a cute little fountain of fuel spooting out of the gas line\nthat goes through the engine case to the right carb. Turn the petcock\noff, fountain goes away. The line split right at the case, apparently\nwhen the bike fell over. So, I rolled back down the hill to my driveway.\n\nIt's hot. Too hot to work on a bike in the afternoon sun beating down on\nmy driveway. Today, same thing. I dug through my motorcycle stuff in the\ncloset and found a nice piece of fuel line long enough to reach. But\nit's still hot, and I'm a weenie. Eh, I'll do it. Manana. Or when I\ndesperately need to go somewhere. I'm out of coffee. I desperately need\nto go to the grocery store so guess I'd better get crackin. Thing is,\nI'm running out of coat hangers, and the best way to feed the new line\nthrough the case is by running it over a coat hanger wire.\n\nOh well. Glad I didn't notice this half-way up to Los Angeles. Tch, the\nlife of a motorcycle rider...\n-\-\n-\-\nBarb\nChaplain, ARSCC\n\n\n"Comparing Scientology to a motorcycle gang is a gross, unpardonable\ninsult to bikers everywhere. Even at our worst, we are never as bad as\nScientology."\n-ex-member, Thunderclouds motorcycle "club"