Thursday, June 9, 2011
This is right after my impromptu oil filter change on my way to Charlotte. Seems I had to re-use the old O-ring in my oil filter, which had a bit of a kink. I didn't realize this until 100 miles deep into the trip and 4:00 in the morning. After my first stop for gas, leaving the gas station I felt the rear tire slip and then my right foot covered in oil. I pulled off on the off ramp only to see oil pouring from the bike. Pulled my tools and searched in the dark with my cell phone to find the wrench to tighten the filter nut, which was nowhere to be found. Loaded the bike and pushed her back up the hill to the Gas station while trying my best to stay out of the way of the 18 wheelers passing by. Needless to say by the time I back to the Gas station I was spent. Spent the next 3 hours asking everyone who stopped for gas for a tool or 2 to help me pull this filter nut. Eventually a guy named Jared came by to give me a hand. He actually got on his back under the bike to help me pull this thing...not surprised considering he was wearing a Jimi Hendrix T-shirt. He Also gave me a ride a mile down the road to a NAPA where I got the 85 cent O-ring. Swapped the new one and cleaned up my back tire as good as I could. The next 360 miles was spent at 115...my girl was purring like a kitten. Got into Charlotte about 1:30. Good Day!