Not so much a mechanical issue but here it goes. I park my little 350 right outside of a cafe, I sit in there drink my beer and admire how nice it looks. Time comes to leave, I saunter on out cool as can be, put the key in, open the petcock, push the starter button, won't start, keep it going until finally the battery starts to fade. Okay better kick it, about 5 minutes of this, I'm getting really hot, off with the helmet, off with the jacket, kick for another five minutes - won't start. Get off the bike try to look like I know what I'm doing, check the fuel lines, yes they have fuel in them, carbs are working. Not looking at all cool at this point and starting to get seriously pissed. Well maybe I've flooded it, so I sit on the curb and give it 10 minutes. Couple people in the cafe offer me assitance. I'm now covered in sweat, hands are all dirty. Starting to think about how I'm going to get home. One last try I figure. I throw a leg over the bike, and what do I notice?

I forgot to turn the bloody ignition switch on!!!! Turn it on, bike starts up first shot. Talk about feeling like a tool. Note to self, always trun the bike on before spending half an hour trying to start it!