Took a weekend ride from Newark Delaware to Ct. then snaked my way down the New Jersey coast stopping at all the little towns. (1984) Pulled into a gas station reset the trip odometer called the wife to tell her all was good (Lavalette Beach)Got to Seaside Heights to turn up toward Toms River and choke, cough, nothing, bike dies. It has crank, plenty of juice, pull a plug, nothing fouled, pitcock is open hmmm. Wait over an hour, maybe its hot. You don't push start a Honday 1000 custom. A guy stops, "is it out of gas?" he asks. Of course not its only gone 18 miles since I filled it. OH, OH, I set the odometer back, called the wife but pulled off and forgot to get gas.
(dumbass me)
