I used to drive a 20 year-old Triumph Spitfire. Or should I say I used to push a Spitfire?
Bad joke: Why do British bikers drink warm beer? Because Lucas (the guy who designed Triumph electrical systems) made refridgerators, too.
When that car was running well, it was the bestest car in the world. When it wasn't running well, it was the worlds biggest pain. I became an expert at push/jump starting cars thanks to Murphy (car's name). Never lost my engine, tho!
Funniest story I've got didn't involve me except as a spectator, which was nice. Hub and I were out for a ride and stopped at Black Canyon City for breakfast. There is a very steep mountain leading to BCC from Phoenix and cars overheat on the mountain on a regular basis. This usually happens due to driver ignorance about the effect of 110 + degrees, slow traffic and heavy AC use, but I digress.
While we were waiting to be seated, I noticed a smoking car coast slowly down the road into the parking lot. A guy who looked to be 30 something got out, went to the passenger door and reached out his hand to "help" a 30 something lady out. I'm the CS geezer, so noticed his old-fashioned manners.
During breakfast, the gentleman asked for and received 2 gallon bottles that used to hold milk but were now filled with water. I watched him politely excuse himself and carry the bottles out and put them in his radiator. I was amazed that he didn't get steamed when he opened the radiator the first time, but quickly realized that it takes fluid to make steam.
The guy went back out several times during the course of their meal, always looking the old-fashioned gentleman as he excused himself and refilled the bottles.
Hub was doing something to his clutch so I had time to watch the gentleman and his lady walk out, him open the door for and "help" her in, then get in his side and try to start the car. Of course, nothing happened. He'd overheated the engine so badly that it was a block of metal.
I watched him calmly and chivorously get out of his car, carefully "help" ("help" is in quotes because she didn't need help, it was just part of his old-fashioned manners) his lady out and lead her to the shade about 10 feet away from the car.
He then calmly opened his trunk, pulled out the jack handle and went to the front of the car and beat the heck of the hood and windshield.
I surely do wish I knew the end of that story, but by that time, hub had the clutch adjusted and the bike was started.
Bad joke: Why do British bikers drink warm beer? Because Lucas (the guy who designed Triumph electrical systems) made refridgerators, too.
When that car was running well, it was the bestest car in the world. When it wasn't running well, it was the worlds biggest pain. I became an expert at push/jump starting cars thanks to Murphy (car's name). Never lost my engine, tho!
Funniest story I've got didn't involve me except as a spectator, which was nice. Hub and I were out for a ride and stopped at Black Canyon City for breakfast. There is a very steep mountain leading to BCC from Phoenix and cars overheat on the mountain on a regular basis. This usually happens due to driver ignorance about the effect of 110 + degrees, slow traffic and heavy AC use, but I digress.
While we were waiting to be seated, I noticed a smoking car coast slowly down the road into the parking lot. A guy who looked to be 30 something got out, went to the passenger door and reached out his hand to "help" a 30 something lady out. I'm the CS geezer, so noticed his old-fashioned manners.
During breakfast, the gentleman asked for and received 2 gallon bottles that used to hold milk but were now filled with water. I watched him politely excuse himself and carry the bottles out and put them in his radiator. I was amazed that he didn't get steamed when he opened the radiator the first time, but quickly realized that it takes fluid to make steam.
The guy went back out several times during the course of their meal, always looking the old-fashioned gentleman as he excused himself and refilled the bottles.
Hub was doing something to his clutch so I had time to watch the gentleman and his lady walk out, him open the door for and "help" her in, then get in his side and try to start the car. Of course, nothing happened. He'd overheated the engine so badly that it was a block of metal.
I watched him calmly and chivorously get out of his car, carefully "help" ("help" is in quotes because she didn't need help, it was just part of his old-fashioned manners) his lady out and lead her to the shade about 10 feet away from the car.
He then calmly opened his trunk, pulled out the jack handle and went to the front of the car and beat the heck of the hood and windshield.
I surely do wish I knew the end of that story, but by that time, hub had the clutch adjusted and the bike was started.
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