The trip home was interesting. On 290, just as I passed under harlem my bike lost a cylinder, and then a seccond. My first thought was that I was out of gas. I was doing 90 when I lost the cylinder, probally 75-80 by the time I tried switching to the reserve tank. I thought "wow, I've only gone 50 miles or so, I must have leak or something..." and I got probally two secconds of three cylinders again, and then back to two... and soon one.. As I pulled off the road. The bike was dead as a doornail. No fuel. There was an accident inbound on 290. There must have been a dozen cops, and two fire trucks along with an ambulance. I was right in front of the court house and there were a few cops in the parking lot there as well.
After checking the vaccum line, and that no fuel was dripping I remembered a post here. and I unscrewed my fuel filler cap. It took some extra cranking, given I needed to fill the float bowls..... But the bike started up, and settled to a wonderfull 1100rpm idle.
the rest of the ride home was uneventfull. But I do think I know what causes my bike to starve of fuel and then take a while to restart it. The time it takes to restart it is time that it took for the pressure to bleed off in the gas tank. :-)
Once again we were back up to 80-100mph for the rest of the trip home. the bike changes things as to how you sence your enviroment. As soon as we crossed under the 355 flyover on 88, the temprature dropped. The air became damp. It was as if as soon as we left downers grove the arbureatumaum caused the weather to change plesantly. I would have never felt that in a car. I liked it.
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