So. There I am. Heading back from topanga canyon today. Stayed at a friends house last night. (Midnight canyon runs are fun on the little 250.. yea.. I said it.. low cc's can be fun too...) Heading back down PCH this morning I knew I was going to be low on gas, and I decided that I would stop off. Little did I know that I would end up running out at a stop light about two miles from the next station. No big deal right? Just push it the two miles and get some gas.

This is where it started to get fun.

1. F%&*KING PCH HAS NO SHOULDER ON THE ROAD.
2. When I got to the station I found out that it was closed for repairs or something.
3. I left my cellphone at my friends house.
4. The payphone was broken.
5. I walked up the hill (1 mile) to another payphone.
6. I had no change.
7. I walked back to the bike to find I had parked in an unmarked "loading zone" and the parking nazi ticketed me.
8. I tried to flag down every biker and every police car or towtruck that went by. Noone even stopped, let alone cared.
9. I stopped at the liquor store that I was parked near to get change.
10. They charged me a FS(&*%KING DOLLAR to get change made. (I will never shop there again..)
11. I finally flagged down a biker that gave me a ride to a station. (Thanks Bruce)
12. Got back to the bike and dumped the gas in. No problem, went home.

Now this brings me to my questions.

As per item 1. WTF WAS LOS ANGELES THINKING.. NO SHOULDER ON THE DAMN ROAD LIKE THAT.

Items 2-6. Thats just tough shaZam!.

Item 7. Why was the loading zone NOT clearly marked.

Item 8. WTF!?! I STOP IF A BIKER FLAGS ME DOWN.

Item 10. Who charges a DOLLAR to get a DOLLAR? BUTTHEADS.

Item 11. Bruce! The hero on his beat up 79' Honda 450 project bike. I owe ya a beer and an oil change buddy.

Item 12. Yippie. Now I can go and shower off road grime and sweat.

Ouch. What a day. For what it's worth, if I see a biker pushing his bike or parked on the shoulder, I'll stare at him and try to get a thumbs up or other indications he's okay. Otherwise I stop to make sure.

sorry I didn't see you, or I give you a lift... oh wait, im like 470 miles away from your place. nevermind.

good thing there is people like bruce  

Let's give 3 cheers for Bruce  

And let's all remember to BE "Bruce" next time!

Quote from: PhaedrusLet's give 3 cheers for Bruce  

And let's all remember to BE "Bruce" next time!

then we can say "they call me bruce"

Be a Bruce. Heh. Not a bad slogan.

Quote from: ktrim

Quote from: PhaedrusLet's give 3 cheers for Bruce  

And let's all remember to BE "Bruce" next time!

then we can say "they call me bruce"

:lol:  :lol:  :lol: I haven't seen that movie in years.

Oh and good point about being like Bruce. Another   for Bruce.

Ahhh Bruce, whata guy that Bruce, I think I'll name my son Bruce, and hell, if I don't have a son I may as well just call my daughter Bruce too. His memory will live on through my offspring (sorry they won't be the prettiest things Bruce  :dunno: ) BTW did you have your helmet in the hand facing on coming traffic while you were trying to flag down bikers? And did you hide it when you tried to flag down a car? lol

Hey back off my dads name is Bruce and he is a cool guy    

Why no reserve?
I've managed 32 miles on reserve before.

Generally I try to fill up my bike within 10 miles of having to switch to reserve, but this time I was in the highlands of Scotland and fuel stations are few and far between.

You must have a horseshoe up your ass or something.  You'd better go buy a lottery ticket  :lol:

Quote from: red_philWhy no reserve?
I've managed 32 miles on reserve before.

Ja.. it sucks that people are assholes and sorry for the bad luck, but I'm wondering that, too.


G'day, Bruce!
Oh, Hello Bruce!
How are you Bruce?
A bit crook, Bruce.
Where's Bruce?
He's not 'ere, Bruce.
Blimey, it's hot in here, Bruce.
Hot enough to boil a monkey's bum!
That's a strange expression, Bruce.
Well Bruce, I heard the Prime Minister use it. "It's hot enough to boil a monkey's bum in here, your Majesty," he said and she smiled quietly to herself.
She's a good Sheila, Bruce, and not at all stuck up.
Here! Here's the boss-fellow now! - how are you bruce?
'Ow are you, Bruce?
G'day Bruce!
Bruce.
Hello Bruce.
Bruce.
How are you, Bruce?
G'day Bruce.
Gentleman, I'd like to introduce man from Pommeyland who is joinin' us this year in the philosophy department at the University of Walamaloo.
G'day!
Hello.
Michael Baldwin, Bruce. Michael Baldwin, Bruce. Michael Baldwin, Bruce.
Is your name not Bruce?
No, it's Michael.
That's going to cause a little confusion.
Mind if we call you "Bruce" to keep it clear?

LMFAO that undoubtly is the funniest thing I've read all day.