On a sunny Sunday many years back, I decided to take my Tiger to it's
first local TE/AE gathering since finishing it's assembly (it came as
a kit). With my girlfriend (now wife) in the passenger seat, and a
picnic lunch sharing the trunk with the usual tools and spares, we
filled the tank and headed south on I-95. We could smell gas a little
bit, but we had just filled it, after all. Then we came to the "S"
curve in 95, just over the RI border. Suddenly the gas smell was
incredibly strong, and this Harley guy pulls up beside me and yells
that we were dripping gas out the back!
Panic time! Do I dare use the brakes? What if one of the brake light
connections makes a spark? (I already was aware of the Prince's
reputation) We coasted down the next exit ramp, and into a gas
station. Opening the trunk, nothing was apparent until we started
lifting stuff out. The breather hose had cracked right at the top of
the left tank, so every time the fuel sloshed left, out it came,
dripping out the trunk drain holes.
The gas station was an actual repair place, not just pumps and snack
foods, and they had the right size of fuel line to make a temporary
replacement. We mopped everything up,as best we could, and proceeded
to the gathering. The only casualty was the sandwiches. Gas fumes DO
NOT do much for the flavor of most deli meats...
Stu
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