leegeek
Tricycle
I was on the New York slab, heading to Americade on my 87 C-10, about 50 miles into the trip. Not pushing, 4K RPM 70ish mph. A ratty minivan passed me like I was standing still. I thought to myself...he shouldn't push that rust bucket so hard... I can smell the gasoline from way back here....Then looked down, it looked like one of those WW2 movies where the plane gets hit and the fuel is spewing. I pulled over, shut down.
I could see where the fuel was coming from, but nothing seemed to be leaking. I wiped everything down and fired her back up. With that, fuel spewed from the petcock. Shut her down....no leaks. Tried to tighten the screws that hold the petcock assembly together, but they were not loose.
It appeared that when vacuum pulled in the line, the petcock spewed, no vacuum, no leaks.
Well, I was done... called the wife, she hit U-Haul for a trailer and came up to rescue me (I owe her big time!).
A really cool New York State Trooper stopped to see if I was OK, as did one of hundreds of bikes that passed by on the way up to the rally.
The only cool thing about sitting on the side of the slab is that I was able to order the replacement petcock from Murph's before the gas dried!
Drained the tank into some gas cans...trailered home...burned my bald head sitting in the sun...but it could have been much worse.
The moral of the story...don't neglect your petcocks.
Stay safe out there....Lee
I could see where the fuel was coming from, but nothing seemed to be leaking. I wiped everything down and fired her back up. With that, fuel spewed from the petcock. Shut her down....no leaks. Tried to tighten the screws that hold the petcock assembly together, but they were not loose.
It appeared that when vacuum pulled in the line, the petcock spewed, no vacuum, no leaks.
Well, I was done... called the wife, she hit U-Haul for a trailer and came up to rescue me (I owe her big time!).
A really cool New York State Trooper stopped to see if I was OK, as did one of hundreds of bikes that passed by on the way up to the rally.
The only cool thing about sitting on the side of the slab is that I was able to order the replacement petcock from Murph's before the gas dried!
Drained the tank into some gas cans...trailered home...burned my bald head sitting in the sun...but it could have been much worse.
The moral of the story...don't neglect your petcocks.
Stay safe out there....Lee