I met with three other KLR-riding friends at Cycle Gear yesterday at noon, where we shopped for a while, then enjoyed the "daily special" at Tippy's Tacos next door.
When lunch was finished, three of us decided to go on a ride down Mason Neck, a peninsula extending into the Potomac River.
Geared up, I switched on my ignition and pressed the starter button. "Ugga-ugga; ka-chunk, die."
I pulled my custom "choke" knob to withdraw the starting enricher plunger on the other end of the shorty Harley choke cable: "Ugga-ugga; ka-chunk, die."
What the . . . ?????????????
Looking down at the petcock, I saw it had been turned to the OFF position! WHO did this, and WHEN? I had driven about 4 miles to the store from home, running fine, so I assume the deed was NOT perpetrated by an immediately local prankster. Could someone furtively have switched the valve on the bike in my parking space at home?
Another of history's unsolved mysteries!
Oh, nice ride, BTW! Bright, sunny day; not too hot for the season. We parked on a driveway next to a locked gate at a private boat-and-tennis club on the Potomac River, then walked to the water's edge for photos, including a 3-person "selfie." Managed to get kicked out, when an automobile carrying legitimate members honked, wanting to unlock the gate to gain entry!
Or, "HOW I SPENT MY SUMMER VACATION."
(Apologies for cluttering the website with irrelevant waste of bandwidth!)