Thanks again, guys.
Ken, you are right, it usually is something simple. Dan and I were coming home from the Street Rod Nats in Tampa a few weeks ago in my 23 and almost home it started to cut out on I 75. I pulled over and it wouldn't restart. I'm listening to the fuel pump to see if it was running, it was. Started to look at the motor and Dan took off the gas cap and said, "your tank is empty!" :eek: We had fueled up, but we got lost coming out of Tampa and it took an hour of back tracking to get onto I75, so we used more fuel than I thought.
There was a call box right there so we put in a call for roadside assistance. An hour later they hadn't shown up, but a nice guy stopped and took Dan to the next exit for gas, and then drove him back to the car. As we were dumping gas in the tank the Road Ranger showed up.:rolleyes:
Brad, if you would stay around more than 15 minutes when you come to town, you might have a shot at it. :D
Whiplash, I know, I've gotten soft from this Florida sunshine. When I lived up north if we got a 60 degree day I would be laying on the lawn, looking up at the sky and thinking it was Springtime. :LOL:
I put a few more miles on the 27 today. Ran some errands and went to dinner. For some reason the 27 gets way more attention than the 23 did. Every red light someone was talking to me and asking questions. Maybe it was because the 23 had open headers and I could never hear them before. :p
Don