I had a problem with my Suzuki GS1000S a couple of years ago that turned out to be an inch too much fuel line, which caused it to regularly run out of fuel and stall, and I'd flatten the battery (no kicker) trying to start it. One day on the side of the Hume Freeway, I'd just about flattened the battery when a car full of Iraqi terrorists (well, they looked like terrorists, but they might have just been tourists...........) pulled up, and asked me if I needed some help? (as best they could as English wasn't their first language)
I indicated that I needed a push, so they pushed me for about a mile, but no go. They pushed me this way, they pushed me that, they were breathing so hard their cigarettes were setting fire to their thick Saddam Hussein moustaches, and whenever they stopped they threw punches in the air and cursed the flea bitten dogs who designed this evil contraption that I was sitting on.
We almost gave up, when out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that I'd somehow flicked the kill switch to "Off"? Oops! Ok, so I said, "C'mon fellers, one more push for Allah!" which spurred them on to give me a mighty shove, and when we'd reached about 40 miles per hour, I flicked the kill switch back to "on", and dumped the clutch, and BOOM! All the unburned fuel in my pipe ignited!
I looked around, and all my pushers were on the ground! Oh well, they needed a rest, and the bike was going, so I called out a quick "Allah Akbar", and bolted!
