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May 15, 2012
Julia Pfieffer Burns State Park
Bike broke down on me. Not clear what happened. I was racing down CA-1. Rolling south at a pretty good clip...probably about 75 mph, I'd say. And the engine just throttled down on me. Just like you turned off the key or ran out of gas. BLAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA.
I pulled over and stopped. Bike has plenty of gas in it. Switched it onto reserve. Pulled the fuel line to make sure it was getting fuel. Then I figured I'll pull the plug wire and make sure that it was getting a spark, but I managed to break the plug wire in the process. So, I'm sure as hell not going anywhere now. I'm really way out in the middle of nowhere at this point. I'm 8 miles north of a little town called Lucia. South of Julia Pfeiffer Burns State Park. Just on the side of the road.
I'm so sick of the bike that I start parting it out. I pull off the mirrors and the Givi case and prepare to push it over the clifs into the ocean below.
I decide to try to hitchhike, so maybe having the bike and the helmet and the cameras will convince people to stop. It does not.
No one stops. I was afraid I didn't have cell coverage. But fortunately, I got a call out to a tow company in Monterrey and dude says he'll come get me, but it will be at least an hour to get down here.
Fortunately, the weather is fairly nice. Not too hot or too cold. I'm kind of hungry. I haven't eaten anything today, but I probably won't starve before he gets here.
Posted by Rob Kiser on May 15, 2012 at 4:23 PM
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