KALIFORNIA9
XS650 New Member
Riding my re-assembled 1981 yam650 reducing machine across Utah had it's share of troubles. I didn't know at the time they'd changed to electronic ignition. Bam! stuck freewayside, no spark and going on evening.
Sweaty pushing that bike nearly 2 miles, dragging it under barbed wire fence to an abandoned shack for the night.
Morning determination electronic ignition failure, I left her for another few miles hike to a (now nonexistent, "ahem"... town) called Knoll, Utah. Nothing there but a ramshackle restaurant/gas station with old round top pumps, the kind with the little balls in a display bubble that tumbled as you pumped. A pay phone had long been vandalized beyond use.
When they finally opened, I ordered breakfsst, a cold soda.
The lady had to be about 85 years old, and apparently kind of freaked at my vehicle-free appearance. I asked if I could use her phone.
,"There's a pay phone outside".
'It doesnt work, can I use your phone?"
,"There's a pay phone outside."
After a couple more rounds of this , I asked for her husband (obviously cooking my breakfast) He came out from the kitchen, i repeated my request.
"There's a pay phone outside."
lol... after considerable negotiations, he finally produced... a dial phone. With a touch-tone I could charge to my home phone. I finally got through a collect call to my brother in western colorado, who arrived the next morning with his struck and trailer to rescue my stranded ass.
I carried spare electronic Ignition with me from then on.
Sweaty pushing that bike nearly 2 miles, dragging it under barbed wire fence to an abandoned shack for the night.
Morning determination electronic ignition failure, I left her for another few miles hike to a (now nonexistent, "ahem"... town) called Knoll, Utah. Nothing there but a ramshackle restaurant/gas station with old round top pumps, the kind with the little balls in a display bubble that tumbled as you pumped. A pay phone had long been vandalized beyond use.
When they finally opened, I ordered breakfsst, a cold soda.
The lady had to be about 85 years old, and apparently kind of freaked at my vehicle-free appearance. I asked if I could use her phone.
,"There's a pay phone outside".
'It doesnt work, can I use your phone?"
,"There's a pay phone outside."
After a couple more rounds of this , I asked for her husband (obviously cooking my breakfast) He came out from the kitchen, i repeated my request.
"There's a pay phone outside."
lol... after considerable negotiations, he finally produced... a dial phone. With a touch-tone I could charge to my home phone. I finally got through a collect call to my brother in western colorado, who arrived the next morning with his struck and trailer to rescue my stranded ass.
I carried spare electronic Ignition with me from then on.
