I figured he had stalled the machine when he didn't follow me through the right hand turn out of the parking lot. But I could see his frustration level skyrocketing when it died again a quarter mile down the road at the next light. His furious kick starting wasn't having effect. Luckily there wasn't anyone on the road behind us. I just pulled over and headed for the gas station. He was there jumping up and down on that kick start lever to save his life.
I was curious to see if he would pull it over to the gas station and just kick it over on its side. (He had spent all day Saturday trying to kick start that darn machine. You would think the fact that it wasn't getting any spark would have saved him tons of kicking.)
It didn't take him long to realize that the fuel petcock was in the "Off" position. Well...it didn't take him much longer...hehe
Just goes to show that you have to relearn some things on those older vehicles that you used to be proficient on. :)
