To see your brother? Knowing you I'd think that if the weather was good you probably took Millie the Goose, instead of the truck. Hope your 300 mi one way trip went well. The weather map looked like a good day for a ride.. How is he anyhow?

Not bad! Round trip was 660 miles, got 45mpg going down, at 65mph mostly. Coming back, traveling
75mph mostly, the bike got 40mpg. That ten mph made a difference. The trip down was mostly rainy,
but not hard, and chilly - temps in the 40's. At the last minute I decided to throw an electric vest
into a saddle bag, and I was sure glad I did. I put it on about halfway down and what a difference.

My brother is doing as well as can be expected, I guess. The radiation and chemo has him looking
pretty bad, but his disposition is great. He's very weak and shaky, but he's hoping that'll get
better once he's done with the chemo and radiation.

The trip back was great - until I got to Fredericksburg, VA. From there to Alexandria took about two
and a half hours - a distance of about 45 miles. Stop and go, mostly stop. The bike and I got very
hot. The bike would idle fine, but one cylinder would die when I opened the throttle. I'd have to
twist the throttle back and forth and finally the dead one would kick in. Finally I pulled off the
road and shut her down. While there, a very nice young black lady offered me a coke as she was
stopped on the road. She was an angel. After about 20 minutes I took off again, and the bike ran a
lot better.

Got home about 4pm, after leaving Winston-Salem around 8:30. Moto Guzzi's do not like stop and go
traffic. I actually felt sorry for the poor bike, Milly, after overheating her the way I did. I gave
her a lot of tank pats after the stop on the side of the road. Hell, I felt as bad for the damn bike
as I have for my dog when I've walked her too far in the heat of summer. Now I carry water for the
dog, but that doesn't work on the bike!

There, that'll teach you to ask a simple question!

On 4/22/14, 10:11 AM, Poquito Loco wrote:


The trip back was great - until I got to Fredericksburg, VA. From there to Alexandria took about two
and a half hours - a distance of about 45 miles. Stop and go, mostly stop. The bike and I got very
hot. The bike would idle fine, but one cylinder would die when I opened the throttle. I'd have to
twist the throttle back and forth and finally the dead one would kick in. Finally I pulled off the
road and shut her down. While there, a very nice young black lady offered me a coke as she was
stopped on the road. She was an angel. After about 20 minutes I took off again, and the bike ran a
lot better.


Sometimes the Jeff Davis north from Fredericksburg works...usually less
traffic if you are running counter to rush hour. Nicer ride, too, than
the stinky interstate.

Yeah, I got myomeres worth out of my question. So sorry for your brother, and hope he can get along ok. Anyhow, glad the trip went good!

On 4/22/2014 10:11 AM, Poquito Loco wrote:
Not bad! Round trip was 660 miles, got 45mpg going down, at 65mph mostly. Coming back, traveling
75mph mostly, the bike got 40mpg. That ten mph made a difference. The trip down was mostly rainy,
but not hard, and chilly - temps in the 40's. At the last minute I decided to throw an electric vest
into a saddle bag, and I was sure glad I did. I put it on about halfway down and what a difference.

My brother is doing as well as can be expected, I guess. The radiation and chemo has him looking
pretty bad, but his disposition is great. He's very weak and shaky, but he's hoping that'll get
better once he's done with the chemo and radiation.

The trip back was great - until I got to Fredericksburg, VA. From there to Alexandria took about two
and a half hours - a distance of about 45 miles. Stop and go, mostly stop. The bike and I got very
hot. The bike would idle fine, but one cylinder would die when I opened the throttle. I'd have to
twist the throttle back and forth and finally the dead one would kick in. Finally I pulled off the
road and shut her down. While there, a very nice young black lady offered me a coke as she was
stopped on the road. She was an angel. After about 20 minutes I took off again, and the bike ran a
lot better.

Got home about 4pm, after leaving Winston-Salem around 8:30. Moto Guzzi's do not like stop and go
traffic. I actually felt sorry for the poor bike, Milly, after overheating her the way I did. I gave
her a lot of tank pats after the stop on the side of the road. Hell, I felt as bad for the damn bike
as I have for my dog when I've walked her too far in the heat of summer. Now I carry water for the
dog, but that doesn't work on the bike!

There, that'll teach you to ask a simple question!


Vapor lock maybe?

Vapor lock was what I was thinking too.

On Tue, 22 Apr 2014 12:13:54 -0400, "Mr. Luddite" wrote:

On 4/22/2014 10:11 AM, Poquito Loco wrote:
Not bad! Round trip was 660 miles, got 45mpg going down, at 65mph mostly. Coming back, traveling
75mph mostly, the bike got 40mpg. That ten mph made a difference. The trip down was mostly rainy,
but not hard, and chilly - temps in the 40's. At the last minute I decided to throw an electric vest
into a saddle bag, and I was sure glad I did. I put it on about halfway down and what a difference.

My brother is doing as well as can be expected, I guess. The radiation and chemo has him looking
pretty bad, but his disposition is great. He's very weak and shaky, but he's hoping that'll get
better once he's done with the chemo and radiation.

The trip back was great - until I got to Fredericksburg, VA. From there to Alexandria took about two
and a half hours - a distance of about 45 miles. Stop and go, mostly stop. The bike and I got very
hot. The bike would idle fine, but one cylinder would die when I opened the throttle. I'd have to
twist the throttle back and forth and finally the dead one would kick in. Finally I pulled off the
road and shut her down. While there, a very nice young black lady offered me a coke as she was
stopped on the road. She was an angel. After about 20 minutes I took off again, and the bike ran a
lot better.

Got home about 4pm, after leaving Winston-Salem around 8:30. Moto Guzzi's do not like stop and go
traffic. I actually felt sorry for the poor bike, Milly, after overheating her the way I did. I gave
her a lot of tank pats after the stop on the side of the road. Hell, I felt as bad for the damn bike
as I have for my dog when I've walked her too far in the heat of summer. Now I carry water for the
dog, but that doesn't work on the bike!

There, that'll teach you to ask a simple question!


Vapor lock maybe?


Great minds must think alike. You, Tim, and my friend in Holland, an absolute expert on Moto Guzzi
mechanics, all thought the same thing. My Dutch friend says, "Leave it alone."

That's good. I was thinking maybe it was a coil. It acted similar to my boat engine when the coil
went south. But, cooling it off helped. And, a new coil costs $149 to replace what I have now.

On 4/22/2014 12:27 PM, Poquito Loco wrote:
On Tue, 22 Apr 2014 12:13:54 -0400, "Mr. Luddite" wrote:

On 4/22/2014 10:11 AM, Poquito Loco wrote:
Not bad! Round trip was 660 miles, got 45mpg going down, at 65mph mostly. Coming back, traveling
75mph mostly, the bike got 40mpg. That ten mph made a difference. The trip down was mostly rainy,
but not hard, and chilly - temps in the 40's. At the last minute I decided to throw an electric vest
into a saddle bag, and I was sure glad I did. I put it on about halfway down and what a difference.

My brother is doing as well as can be expected, I guess. The radiation and chemo has him looking
pretty bad, but his disposition is great. He's very weak and shaky, but he's hoping that'll get
better once he's done with the chemo and radiation.

The trip back was great - until I got to Fredericksburg, VA. From there to Alexandria took about two
and a half hours - a distance of about 45 miles. Stop and go, mostly stop. The bike and I got very
hot. The bike would idle fine, but one cylinder would die when I opened the throttle. I'd have to
twist the throttle back and forth and finally the dead one would kick in. Finally I pulled off the
road and shut her down. While there, a very nice young black lady offered me a coke as she was
stopped on the road. She was an angel. After about 20 minutes I took off again, and the bike ran a
lot better.

Got home about 4pm, after leaving Winston-Salem around 8:30. Moto Guzzi's do not like stop and go
traffic. I actually felt sorry for the poor bike, Milly, after overheating her the way I did. I gave
her a lot of tank pats after the stop on the side of the road. Hell, I felt as bad for the damn bike
as I have for my dog when I've walked her too far in the heat of summer. Now I carry water for the
dog, but that doesn't work on the bike!

There, that'll teach you to ask a simple question!


Vapor lock maybe?


Great minds must think alike. You, Tim, and my friend in Holland, an absolute expert on Moto Guzzi
mechanics, all thought the same thing. My Dutch friend says, "Leave it alone."

That's good. I was thinking maybe it was a coil. It acted similar to my boat engine when the coil
went south. But, cooling it off helped. And, a new coil costs $149 to replace what I have now.



When I was knee high to a grasshopper my parents had an old Ford "Woody"
station wagon that would vapor lock on hot days, especially when
climbing a hill. My Dad carried a bag of ice in a cooler and would lay
it on the fuel lines when it happened. It fixed it until the next big hill.

My dad did a bit better than that ,Richard .he did what racers did at the time and made the fuel line go through a copper coil wound inside a large coffee can. When it locked he'd put ice in the can and spray the carb with cool water via a windex bottle to get it started. Yeah, the good old days

On Tue, 22 Apr 2014 12:55:06 -0400, "Mr. Luddite" wrote:

On 4/22/2014 12:27 PM, Poquito Loco wrote:
On Tue, 22 Apr 2014 12:13:54 -0400, "Mr. Luddite" wrote:

On 4/22/2014 10:11 AM, Poquito Loco wrote:
Not bad! Round trip was 660 miles, got 45mpg going down, at 65mph mostly. Coming back, traveling
75mph mostly, the bike got 40mpg. That ten mph made a difference. The trip down was mostly rainy,
but not hard, and chilly - temps in the 40's. At the last minute I decided to throw an electric vest
into a saddle bag, and I was sure glad I did. I put it on about halfway down and what a difference.

My brother is doing as well as can be expected, I guess. The radiation and chemo has him looking
pretty bad, but his disposition is great. He's very weak and shaky, but he's hoping that'll get
better once he's done with the chemo and radiation.

The trip back was great - until I got to Fredericksburg, VA. From there to Alexandria took about two
and a half hours - a distance of about 45 miles. Stop and go, mostly stop. The bike and I got very
hot. The bike would idle fine, but one cylinder would die when I opened the throttle. I'd have to
twist the throttle back and forth and finally the dead one would kick in. Finally I pulled off the
road and shut her down. While there, a very nice young black lady offered me a coke as she was
stopped on the road. She was an angel. After about 20 minutes I took off again, and the bike ran a
lot better.

Got home about 4pm, after leaving Winston-Salem around 8:30. Moto Guzzi's do not like stop and go
traffic. I actually felt sorry for the poor bike, Milly, after overheating her the way I did. I gave
her a lot of tank pats after the stop on the side of the road. Hell, I felt as bad for the damn bike
as I have for my dog when I've walked her too far in the heat of summer. Now I carry water for the
dog, but that doesn't work on the bike!

There, that'll teach you to ask a simple question!


Vapor lock maybe?


Great minds must think alike. You, Tim, and my friend in Holland, an absolute expert on Moto Guzzi
mechanics, all thought the same thing. My Dutch friend says, "Leave it alone."

That's good. I was thinking maybe it was a coil. It acted similar to my boat engine when the coil
went south. But, cooling it off helped. And, a new coil costs $149 to replace what I have now.



When I was knee high to a grasshopper my parents had an old Ford "Woody"
station wagon that would vapor lock on hot days, especially when
climbing a hill. My Dad carried a bag of ice in a cooler and would lay
it on the fuel lines when it happened. It fixed it until the next big hill.

Yesterday I'd have dumped the ice down my back. I'd dressed in the morning when the temp was 38F.
When I got home the temp was over 80F, don't know what it was on the interstate, but I was hotter'n
hell!