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curseboy
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So the first day I took my 450 for a real ride after months and months of wrenching, I would be in for a surprise. During the rebuild process, I managed to lose the gas tank cap, which I replaced with a generic one from the autoparts store. I never knew how much that would come back to get me.
It was a hot summer day, with temperatures in the 90s. Little did I know that my gas cap was not vented, meant for a passenger car. As I made my way through a local twisty road, pressure started to build up inside the tank as the temperatures climbed. All of a sudden the RPMs climb up to 6000, and they stay there without me using the throttle at all!! My first reaction was "i am too young to die!" followed by "remember your training and you'll come back alive!". It was my first motorcycle ride, and I was out there solo. I got into this rhythm of applying the clutch, hard on the brakes, release, lean the bike, countersteer, stand it back up, repeat. I made it home still not knowing what the problem was, until way later in the day I opened the gas cap and heard the pressure escape.....had I not known the road well, and had I not seen my friends race at willow springs race multiple times, I might have had a very bad experience.....
It was a hot summer day, with temperatures in the 90s. Little did I know that my gas cap was not vented, meant for a passenger car. As I made my way through a local twisty road, pressure started to build up inside the tank as the temperatures climbed. All of a sudden the RPMs climb up to 6000, and they stay there without me using the throttle at all!! My first reaction was "i am too young to die!" followed by "remember your training and you'll come back alive!". It was my first motorcycle ride, and I was out there solo. I got into this rhythm of applying the clutch, hard on the brakes, release, lean the bike, countersteer, stand it back up, repeat. I made it home still not knowing what the problem was, until way later in the day I opened the gas cap and heard the pressure escape.....had I not known the road well, and had I not seen my friends race at willow springs race multiple times, I might have had a very bad experience.....