I had an interesting experience today. After spending the day blasting through the Otway Ranges with Fiend on his new machine, I thought I would find my way home along the Princes Hwy at a nice slow and steady speed. I felt I had already broken enough road rules for one day and just needed to wind down. As I cruised along, I started to notice more and more Harleys parked by the side of the road. I gave them the usual stare of distain from the safety of my tinted visor, as I passed them by. Then later on as I passed through a small town I was doing the regulation 80kph some of these bikers were quickly on my tail. So as I approached the 100kph sign, I gave it to her and shot to 240kph and cruised there for a few minutes before dropping back to 110kph. Within an instant there they were, back on my tail once more. So I did it again and checked out big-time. But soon I was in some tight-stuff with double lines and cars in my face so I had little choice but to sit tight. And suddenly they just came up behind me again and sailed on passed me and all the cars, over double lines cruising at about 150-160kph on Australia's main highway and what was written on their backs.....Gypsy Jokers. I couldn't believe it...talk about being above the law. I only have to fart in town and the fuzz are onto me! Has anyone heard of the cops ever busting these guys....for speeding that is?? Anyway, that was fine, they just kept passing me. Sure I felt like a girl but I knew I just wouldn't tell anyone..........doh!!
But I couldn't take it anymore, so I started to pick them off one by one. "Harley crap" I would call out under my breath within the safety of my helmet. My euphoria was soon quoshed, suddenly there was a cough....and another....and another. I quickly switched her to reserve.......no better. I gassed her to the max but she kept on getting slower and slower and slower until..... STOPPED!! So there I was stuck by the highway on a lonely stretch in my shiney leathers with the only passers by being Gypsy Jokers.....not ideal. I tried to crank her over but she wouldn't fire. I sat there trying to look composed...while crying on the inside. I had visions of virgin sacrefice and the traditional spiritual burning of a 7/11 for new years eve by the Gypsy Jokers. If I called someone to pick me up, what would happen to my bike?? There was no-where to hide it, just fields. The Jokers would surely trash it....I've seen Mad Max! If I only had my missus with me, they could take her and leave my bike. Too many thoughts, not enough time! What to do?? I took my helmet off and slapped myself. "Get a grip" I told myself, "You know this bike inside out", "just think about what it might be". So I checked the tyres; still round and black, checked the tank; heaps, oil; heaps, air filters still on, no oil in muffler, no oil under bike, no fuel leaks....strange. In desperation, I pulled the choke one click, pressed go.....one cough....two cough....bang, bang, broom...she was alive but only just. Banged her in gear, twisted her to the stopper and off I was. She only sat on 60kph but it was heaven compared to being stuck by the side of the road. She coughed and spluttered all the way home; FEW. Safe at last, where I gave her a once over to find she had a dud coil. Just another day.[8D]
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