One of my best. Right alongside losing my scooter keys miles from home*.
So, I'm at my coffee village before sunrise - taking a pic of the moon over the scooter....
...down the street from Dino's coffee shop.
Scoot is idling. I accidentally hit the kill switch. (AND
turn it back to run,
unknowingly! that is the important part!) engine dies.
So, I turn the kill switch to 'run'. Nothing. Just cranks.
Somewhere JJJ is smiling! OK, now I figure it's flooded. I wait, try again. Just cranks, wait/try X 2 more.
I check the switch ....in the dark. "Yeah, it's 'run'."
So I take a walk 2 blocks down for coffee. Thinking - "OK, if I've massively flooded the plug - it is time to learn how to put my spare NGK Iridium in using only the toy tool kit that comes with a Kymco." Windy as h_ll, but I can do this. Wait for daylight.
Worst case scenario, walk over to Joe's** house for proper tools, swap the plug.
I come back with my coffee, sit on hotel steps. "Good coffee!"
45 mins later....thinking.....I get my cell phone out, flip on the flash-light thing, walk over and check that "kill switch".
It's in the off position, it's not flooded.
I've been cranking my poor LIKE with the kill switch in the wrong position!
I turn the key on, hit the start button and it snarls to an instantaneously purring idle.
I apologize.
Take another pic of the moon.
Stig
* found the keys, they were in the cuff of my rain pants, down by my ankle (spare key is secreted
on the scooter)
** Joe keeps 7 old Toyota estate wagons, a 1930's tow truck, a Honda Reflex and his restored 1951 BMW w/sidecar running like old Swiss watches. His overalls are a disgrace - but not his vehicles