In another very successful attempt to delay the days work on the cursed chevy pickup,decided to go for a short morning ride on Jolly.Got about 5 miles away from home when I ran out of gas.Confusion about the mileage since the last fill was the reason...had just past a filling station and decided I had at least 50 miles left.1 mile later Jolly quit,switched to reserve,and as usual,nothing happened.So I went thru a dumb little denial thingy while checking for fuel,fire,compression and so on.Had a nice paved shoulder to play on and amuse myself,others too,I recon.No hurry.Even this is better than digging rust,grease,dirt,road kill debris from the hated chevy.When I had satisfied myself that I had got the damned reserve working,I "sensed" a "presense" and looked up to see a fine fellow sitting on a Gold Wing who asked if I required assistance.I thanked him and declined.whereupon he departed as silently as he had come.Jolly fired rite up and off we went to the Sinclair place and put 2.8 gallons in.Funs' over.Back to work.
Topic: Procrastination (Read 1595 times)