From:Doug Strange
Subject:Ride My Henderson Date:Mon Jul 4 21:34:18 2016
For the Independence Day celebration, I thought a ride on my 1931 Henderson was in order. I finished mowing the yard and had enough time before a lunch engagement to take a quick ride in the back country lanes near my home. It would only be 5 miles each way. On the return leg of my short ride, the bike started to miss while going up a long steep hill. Oh, oh. I ran out of gas. The little bit that was in the tank was behind the petcock while going up the hill, and the right tank was left empty from the winter. I tried to nurse it over the top of the ridge so I could make it back home but no luck. It stalled right in the middle of the steep run. No phone and no wallet didn't help anything. It was a short ride after all. So I backed it down to a house to beg for a splash of gas. No one home. The next 3 homes, the same thing. Finally about a 1/3 mile away, I got someone home. They didn't have any gas! I had to wait for someone to come along with some gas to save the day. Should have stayed home.