Pfffft, you guys and your measly hundred mile rides make me wanna puke. Today I drove the 200 miles back from my Ma's place in my big leather armchaired Ford, and when I got home around 1pm, I felt like either having a snooze, or going for a ride. My desire for a ride was the winner, so I grabbed my nearest bike, my old Sportster, and wound the odo back to zero.
Sunday, bloody Sunday 8 Mar 2020 by
Terry Prendergast, on Flickr
I ran the fcuking thing out of fuel on my way to the gas station because I have always left the petcock on "on" (doesn't have the same problem with cylinder filling/leaks like on our old fours) so to turn it to reserve, I had to get out my pliers to turn the petcock lever to "reserve". It fired right up again, and I put 11.2 litres of 91 RON in the 12 litre tank.
This confuses me somewhat, because it "pinged" on acceleration on 91. I never put 98 in it because it's not running high compression (carb, not EFI) and the ignition timing is fixed in the factory, but anyhoo,, apart from the pinging, it still went like a cut snake, and I had a ball dodging cops (everywhere) pizzling baggers and Yama-harleys, and annoying sports bike riders who had to lift their game to get away from me in the corners. Sporty's also love dirt riding, so I did a little "Adventure riding", where only BMW and KTM riders woould fear to tread.
Sunday, bloody Sunday 8 Mar 2020 1 by
Terry Prendergast, on Flickr
The other side of that hill is a drop steeper than Spotty's driveway, all gravel, and only used by 4 wheelers, so I left my hand off the front brake, and only used the back when necessary. No biggie, it took it in it's stride, and I had a great ride thru Whittlesea, King Lake West, and on to Yea, where I stopped for a delicious chicken and vegetable pie and a cup of coffee.
Sunday, bloody Sunday 8 Mar 2020 2 by
Terry Prendergast, on Flickr
The day was getting on, it was cooling down some, so I bolted for home, refilling the gas tank in Whittlesea rather than fighting the reserve tap if it was getting close to empty, after 230 Km (143.75 miles) of fun in the sun. This time I filled it with 98 RON, and no pinging! Ran like a top, and felt like it had more mumbo, according to my "seat of the pants dynamometer". I'm having CT guided injections into my spine on Friday, so probably won't be in a position to do a lot of miles next weekend. Such is life, I'm 60 on Wednesday, so it's not getting any easier.
Sunday, bloody Sunday 8 Mar 2020 3 by
Terry Prendergast, on Flickr