What kind of sheep smells like gasolene?
Answer to follow.
It started out simply as an "excuse" to get out and ride on the freshly washed and waxed DL650, just a dozen miles down to the golf course to check out some clubs. The sky was threatening, but so what?
On the way, gas prices were down and I decided to fill up the bike. No problem, except the pump seemed awfully slow and I trying to read it with my dark glasses on it when I realised that I couldn't pump that much gas into the 1/4 full tank anyway.
The OH SH#T factor kicked in and the gas flowing over the tank and pooling under the bike confirmed that the automatic shut-off pump wasn't. Automatic, that is.
Into the office to get the guy out with the kitty-litter and start to flush off the bike and .......yup, the sheepskin buttpad was holding a quart of gas.
Wring it out and stow it in a plastic bag, doubled, then in the box. Driving on, I stopped at lights on an ancient glazed brick section of road and did the sideways splits putting my foot down - AArghhh! The boot must have had gas still on the bottom, which come to think of it, so must I.
Driving on nursing my groin, the cloudburst happened and for the first time I actually enjoyed getting the fumes out of my nose, by replacing them with water blowing in through the crack in the visor which I had to keep open to avoid fogging up.
At least there was only thunder rolling around, didn't see any lightning, but I did have visions of becoming a human blowtorch screaming down the road.
Five hand washes later, the buttskin only mildly reeks of gas and will likely be OK when it dries.
Now you know what kind of sheep smells like gasolene.
'15 Red DL650
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