So this happened on the way home from work today.
Took the day off to take my little one to her first day of first grade. I wanted to squeeze a ride in but the sky was hazy and I didn’t have much time so I shot down to the beach to get some pictures. Unfortunately, they have the high tide berm built up so you can’t really see the ocean from the parking lot.
Sprinted home in time to catch lunch with my girl at our local. Beers and BBQ always make the day better.
Yes. I ran out of gas. This time not in my garage like the last time. I was at work. Fuel pump made a funny should when it primed – a sound it only makes when I’m out of gas. I usually get gas around 160-180 miles. I checked the trip odometer, 222 miles. Shit. Well beyond even stretching it.
Thumb the starter – no joy. Stand the bike up, can’t even hear any gas sloshing around. How did I even make it into work? Try again up right, no start. So I start pushing the half-mile to the gas station. About half way there a bike pulls up:
“Yeah, just outta gas.”
“Are you gonna make it up the hill?”
“One way or another, I will.”
“Let me park and I’ll come back and help you up the hill.”
I coast down the hill and make it nowhere close to up the hill so I start pushing again. Stranger comes up and starts pushing from behind, me on the bars. It’s easy work now, but man, wearing all that gear and pushing a bike suuuuucks.
He needed gas too, so as we get into the station I insist on buying him a tank of fuel. He tries to deny me, but I mean, really, how much does it cost me? The guy went out of his way to help some yahoo who can’t watch his odometer. $10 is an easy penance to pay.
So Jason, on the 1198, whoever and where ever you are, thank you.
Some of you might have noticed I’ve been pretty scarce and posts even more scarce.
I’ve been working through some personal stuff and on top of that my bike has been down, off and on, since the first of June. Ten days of downtime and I thought I had it fixed, but it only ran for a couple days. It’s been in the garage ever since in varying states of disassembly. A month of commuting by train and two weeks driving my car, a week of that on a bad rear wheel hub.
I think I finally have it fixed after I found this:
Pro top – when your Ducati starts having electrical problems, check the effing rectifier.
hey, sorry about that. the server we’re hosted on imploded and took us down for about a day and a half.
we seem to be back and nothing’s broken, that I can find.
You’d think a company that started as an electronics manufacturer would have good electronics on their motorcycle. Think again. My Pops told me something once like “Ducati has brilliant mechanical engineers, and horrible electronic engineers.”
Blows me away how a tiny little $15 part can completely take your bike out of commission.
After a week of not riding my bike to work, just too busy to diagnose, find the parts, and install the parts, I’m back on the road with some NAPA parts. Big thanks to Howie and Nick over at Ducati Monster Forum. Two $15 relays from Autozone brought my bike back to life. Maybe it’s just the car-commuting-cabin-fever talking, but it seemed to run much better on my Friday commute. Better than it has in months.
I don’t know how people do it. Thursday it took my 1:20 to get home from work, and that’s only 20 miles. It was awful. When I ride, I almost always see the same cars to- and from- work. I don’t know how they can sit there chugging along at 10 miles per hour for an hour. The worse part is once you realize you’re completely screwed, exiting the highway and going another way isn’t going to save you any time.
It’s Memorial Day weekend again and I had a day off work so I decided kind of last minute to get up to Crystal Lake now that the road is fixed. For those of you who follow the site or know me, you probably know that between work and a busy family life, I haven’t hardly been on my bike at all other than commuting. It sucks. Riding is freeing. No matter how much bullshit is going on in your life, you can’t think about that stuff when you’re on a bike or you end up in a bad situation. I was super rusty today since I haven’t really been on anything other than superslab the last almost three months. I took it easy, but decided to mix it up a little and went up Azusa to the Cafe, then back down, across East Fork, and up and over Glendora Mountain Road.
These car vs bike things are kind of played out.
Yeah, we get it, F1 cars are balls out fast. But this race was a little different.