From:Doug Strange
Subject:RE: It's My Own Dumb Fault... Date:Fri Jan 17 20:05:54 2020
Response to:7245
That story hurts Dave. I lost an original Ace footboard
mat on my Charlie Cole while transporting it back home in
a snow storm on an open trailer. Never did find it
though I kept an eye open on subsequent trips.

The summer I was out riding my 1948 Indian and when I got
home and tried to shut off the engine, my key was
missing. Seems the handlebars had slipped low and
clipped off the key flush in the switch. I had to get
two small screwdrivers to fish out the remaining section
of the key and turn off the bike.

It's My Own Dumb Fault...

...that I need a K-2958 Gas Tank Cap for KJ or DeLuxe.
Do you have an extra that you will sell me?

Here's why:

It was 70 degrees last Saturday. We don't get too many
of those in January, so I took a ride on the KJ. Just
before heading home, I stopped for gasoline. I was going
down a long country road, when I heard a strange rhythmic
noise. It sounded like one of the tappets had come way
loose all of a sudden, but not exactly. The sound seemed
to increase with the speed of the engine, but experiments
showed that it didn't. It seemed to increase with the
speed of the bike, but no. Finally, I figured out that
the sound in/de-creased with ac/de-celeration. Then it
mysteriously stopped, just as it had mysteriously
started. I continued down the country road.

I turned a corner to cut through a neighborhood, and
that's when I got a whiff of gasoline. A little ways
later, I looked at some kids playing basketball, and when
I turned my head back, I saw that my right gas cap was
missing. I limped on home, arriving not too long before
sunset. I hopped in the car, and re-drove my route down
and back. Didn't expect to find it that way, and didn't.
Then it was dark.

The next morning, I had a neighbor drop me off at the
beginning of the 5-mile long country road. The gas cap
is chrome on the top and silver on the bottom, so I
thought I had a decent chance of seeing it reflecting in
the sunlight. It was the right tank, and the road has a
definite crown, so I paid most attention to the right
side of the road. I searched and scoured the sides of
the road.

I found a lot of beer cans. Apparently Jim Beam is
pretty popular, since I found a large number of empty
pint bottles. I found a plethora of small reflective
metallic objects. I found a dead hawk (phew!). I spoke
to a number of Bovine-Americans. I also spoke to a
Fauquier County Deputy Sheriff, since someone had called
the cops about some strange man wandering aimlessly down
the road.

It took me just under 5 hours to scour that 5-mile
stretch of road. I probably walked 10 miles since I was
covering both sides of the road, and checking out every
possibility. When I finally got home, my legs were
killing me!

Failure. It's a dirty word, but I had to admit it. I
did everything in my power to find the gas cap, but
still, I can't ride the KJ again until I get one. What
hurts the most is that It's My Own Dumb Fault!

Please help this witless KJ owner!

Dave Hennessey

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