OB_Lofty Abuse
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Ok... so I'm stupid.
Get this, I always park my Busa indoors.
I drive it up through the front door, through the kitchen and into my Florida room.
Thats were I keep it. I like it indoors and in the air conditioning.
Cool so far...right? Well tonight I get the brilliant idea to clean the air filter out.
I take off the seat, unbolt the tank and lift it up. While I'm putting the support rod in, one of the f*cking fuel hoses pops off. The fuel sprays onto my hand. Well I'm a little startled and I wonder, "what the hell is that?"
I jerk my hand up and splatter fuel in my eye.
O.K. NOW I've gone and done it. The fuel burns my eye and I drop the tank down, meanwhile fuel is spilling all over the bike and onto the floor.
I'm scrabbling to grab a cloth to catch the fuel, my eye is burning, I cant figure out where the fuel is coming from.....ARARRAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!
Finally I stick the hose back on. I try and clean up the mess, the fuel is seeping into the grout of my tile, the house stinks like gas and I'm thinking that any second, sompins gonna ignite these fumes...BLAMO!!
I couldn't be so lucky.
O.K. I finish cleaning up what I can, I even drag in the garden hose and spray the room down to wash the gas out the back.
One problem...I'm a total idiot, remember? I cant figure out how to get the little coily spring back over the hose and the clamp, which came off, back on the end, at least not with one hand and not without spillin more fuel. I get another brilliant idea.
Since I'm a complete moron and I can't find any kind of tank fuel shut off valve (my 98 zx6r had one, great little device...huh?)
I opt for the ingenius scheme of unbolting the tank, disconnecting evrything, pulling the hoses off and makin a break out the back door. I figure I can get the tank to this 5 gallon barrel I got to catch the gas. Let it all drain out and then put the tank back on. I know there cant be a lot of gas left, at least 2 gallons ended up on my floor..right?
Well here we go, I disconnect everything, open the back door, unbolt the tank, pull the hoses off and make a mad dash for the bucket waiting on my back porch. Perfect plan...right? HHAHAHAAAAA...life is cruel.
It seems that gasoline is VERY slippery on tile...well as you can imagine...I never made it out the back door.
SLIP CRASH BANG....on my back with a leakin tank on my stomach. God knows I wasnt droppin that tank...I dont care if I caught it with my face.
I finally got it all taken care of and hooked back up. My house stinks like gas, my back is KILLING me and I have a headache the size of Texas from the fumes.
Well, at least I didnt break anything on the bike. There has to be a better way to hold those hoses on instead of those cheap *** clamps. How bout some braided lines with threaded ends, SOMETHING more reliable.
UGGHHHH!
Get this, I always park my Busa indoors.
I drive it up through the front door, through the kitchen and into my Florida room.
Thats were I keep it. I like it indoors and in the air conditioning.
Cool so far...right? Well tonight I get the brilliant idea to clean the air filter out.
I take off the seat, unbolt the tank and lift it up. While I'm putting the support rod in, one of the f*cking fuel hoses pops off. The fuel sprays onto my hand. Well I'm a little startled and I wonder, "what the hell is that?"
I jerk my hand up and splatter fuel in my eye.
O.K. NOW I've gone and done it. The fuel burns my eye and I drop the tank down, meanwhile fuel is spilling all over the bike and onto the floor.
I'm scrabbling to grab a cloth to catch the fuel, my eye is burning, I cant figure out where the fuel is coming from.....ARARRAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!
Finally I stick the hose back on. I try and clean up the mess, the fuel is seeping into the grout of my tile, the house stinks like gas and I'm thinking that any second, sompins gonna ignite these fumes...BLAMO!!
I couldn't be so lucky.
O.K. I finish cleaning up what I can, I even drag in the garden hose and spray the room down to wash the gas out the back.
One problem...I'm a total idiot, remember? I cant figure out how to get the little coily spring back over the hose and the clamp, which came off, back on the end, at least not with one hand and not without spillin more fuel. I get another brilliant idea.
Since I'm a complete moron and I can't find any kind of tank fuel shut off valve (my 98 zx6r had one, great little device...huh?)
I opt for the ingenius scheme of unbolting the tank, disconnecting evrything, pulling the hoses off and makin a break out the back door. I figure I can get the tank to this 5 gallon barrel I got to catch the gas. Let it all drain out and then put the tank back on. I know there cant be a lot of gas left, at least 2 gallons ended up on my floor..right?
Well here we go, I disconnect everything, open the back door, unbolt the tank, pull the hoses off and make a mad dash for the bucket waiting on my back porch. Perfect plan...right? HHAHAHAAAAA...life is cruel.
It seems that gasoline is VERY slippery on tile...well as you can imagine...I never made it out the back door.
SLIP CRASH BANG....on my back with a leakin tank on my stomach. God knows I wasnt droppin that tank...I dont care if I caught it with my face.
I finally got it all taken care of and hooked back up. My house stinks like gas, my back is KILLING me and I have a headache the size of Texas from the fumes.
Well, at least I didnt break anything on the bike. There has to be a better way to hold those hoses on instead of those cheap *** clamps. How bout some braided lines with threaded ends, SOMETHING more reliable.
UGGHHHH!
