Sunday morning was gloomy and cloudy, but still dry enough for me to ride my bike to CL’s to pick up her car and drive EK and her to the airport. Self-proclaimed 大頭蝦, neither of them knew which terminal the flight was to depart from. I automatically assumed that it was T1 just because they were flying on AC. Fortunately they were early and had plenty of time to take a shuttle bus to T2 when they found out where they were supposed to go. Ooops
I went back to CL’s to pick up my bike. On my way back home, I was stopped by a cop for no apparent reason. Immediately after I pulled over, she stepped out and asked if it was a new bike and how I liked it. Hmm…. a strangely friendly cop, I thought. After I gave her the documents, she came back shortly to tell me that she just wanted to check that I have valid insurance. I hope this is a good sign that all my future encounters with cops on this bike will be just as friendly
Once I got back home, CW and I IM’ed to discuss where to ride later on. I wasn’t too keen to do it since I was dead tired from no sleep the night before. At the same time I haven’t had enough of riding since I got the bike, and we’d already planned to do so the day before. After a short discussion, we decided to pass, as the weather looked iffy.
I went back to bed and slept until late afternoon, woke up, made "lunch", and got ready to ride to L+J’s wedding helpers party. I was debating whether I needed to get gas. Since my bike’s odometer had been out until recently, I’ve had to manually keep track of the mileage I’ve put on the bike since I last gassed up. I calculated that there should be plenty left for one trip to Mississauga, where I could gas up later that night for much cheaper. Everything was fine and dandy until I got on the 403 from the 401, when the bike completely gave up on me without warning. Luckily traffic was very light - I had to pull cross three lanes to the shoulder coasting @ just around 50 km/h! My first instinct was that I was running out of fuel, so I was a bit surprised that turning the fuel selector to "reserve" did not help. I tried to start the bike back up but it made no sound at all.
I called auto-assistance planning to get my bike towed to a gas station. After a long chat with them beside the noisy highway, I was told that my subscribed service does not cover motorcycles! Dang!
Still believing that the bike was simply out of gas, I called JY + CW to bring me fuel. But after I checked the tank, I called them back to tell them that that was not it. I went through the manual while I waited for my rescuer-friends to come. Of the many things that I went through, engine oil looked to be the most probably culprit as the sight window showed no oil at all! Even though this didn’t make complete sense, since the engine oil light never came on, I called CW to bring me some engine oil just in case.
I didn’t have to wait long until CW+KL showed up. CW agreed that my bike seemed to be out of engine oil, until he levelled the bike off the kickstand, when we saw through the sight window that there was plenty of oil. Out of ideas, we decided to call CAA with AT’s membership, which turned out to lack coverage for motorcycles as well.
$100 later, my bike was sitting in Cycleworld’s parking lot and we were finally on our way back to the party, where more than 10 people were waiting on me to plan the wedding, and 2 people starved because they were helping me :$. Sorry guys.
Looking at the bright side, this could’ve been a lot worse. I could’ve been stranded in the rural areas where CW and I were planning to ride that afternoon. Or on a much busier 401 during the commuting hours on my way to work today. What a lucky guy I am :S.