Midnight Motorcycle Madness

Planes, Automobiles, and Motorcycles.


There is a great John Candy and Steve Martin movie 
with a similar name, 
and I am starting to feel like Steve Martin.


Last night I left the restaurant after a great dinner. 

I'm about half way back to the casa

and I smell gas.  

Then I realize that I can feel gas 
spraying on my left leg. 

So I pull over. 

The bike stops, 

the lights go out.

I put my hand down by the left side of the engine
and there is gas spurting out.

My leg, shoe, and hand are covered in gas. 

Didn't think it was a good thing 
to try and restart the bike.


Pitch dark. 

Of course I am exactly 
in the darkest portion of a dirt country road,

not a casa or light in sight.  

The moon was only a sliver. 

The stars however were magnificent. 

No flashlight, 

but my cell phone allowed me 
to illuminate the bike a bit

and I found and toggled off the gas supply. 

The gas stopped spurting, 

which by now had covered a lot of my lower body. 
If this were a classic Roadrunner Coyote story, 
that would be the time when someone 
would strike a match.  Boom!

I moved the bike as close to curb as I dare,

without the bike toppling into the ditch
and walked back to the casa.

The cell phone was sufficient with the stars

and the walk back was pleasant.


Too bad.
I was just getting my motorcycle legs back.


I WILL get to the clinic today.