I was , ahem, driving to my fitness training last night (but I was rocking out to Rory Gallagher ) when I saw a guy working on his smallish motorcycle in a parking. He was on the other side of the street so I had to turn around so's I could see if I could somehow help. Two motorcyclists past me as I waited to go back to the parking lot. Kinda pissed me off.
Anyway, it was a young guy around 20 years of age with a 1983 Honda 200. He was having a problem with the throttle sticking and had the top of the carb off as I pulled up.
We discussed things as he repeatedly took off and put back on the top part of the carb where the cable attaches to the slide. Top off, slide goes back to position. Top on , throttle sticks open some.
Another problem was it was very quickly getting dark and he lived a few km away. So, after about the third attempt, we called it 'as good as its gonna get'and decided that he should get it home and fix it properly in the morning.
He shook my hand and said thanks when he was finished putting it back together. He asked where I was from and I told him the USA. Cool, he says. I like America and Americans are so cool. Well,okay 😊
I waited for him to fire up the bike and check the throttle a few times. It was still sticking, but not too badly. It would throttle down after a little bit. I let him go first, making sure he got on his way before I left.
I was way late for fitness training 😂😂