Yesterday, the bike quit again. I was riding out past Cairns Army Airfield, enjoying the sight of all the choppers returning home for the evening. Suddenly, the bike started getting choppy and had no power. I eased in the clutch, and sure within a few seconds, the RPM hit zero. I finally got her restarted, and the engine was barely hanging on, and finally died again. It took all I had not to throw the bike in the ditch.

Then I switched it to reserve, and sheepishly headed back toward the gas station. Sometimes, it's the simple things.


Tom, the world's unluckiest man