After cleaning up McKnight and getting the carbs back on (following my little experiment with the rebuilt engine), I wanted to take the bike out and see how it was running. Like carp, is about how it was running - see my thread (coming). So, I'm puttering around town, frustrated that the bike's running so lean, frustrated that I can seem to clear it, etc. and finally stopped in a parking lot to check all possible hoses. Young man with a motorcycle in his truck bed walks up to me and offers to help. "When was the last time you had your carbs cleaned?" he asks, very seriously. "This weekend," I said. "Who did the work?" he asks again. "I did. I'd pulled 'em to check the engine I rebuilt, and I just put 'em back on this bike." "Oh." So he looks some more, and I say, "Running lean tonight; got a vacuum leak somewhere," and he looks harder. Then he says, "Where'd you get this bike anyway?" I reply, "From an older gentleman who had the stator blow and he didn't want to do another engine pull. So I bought it and did it myself." "Oh." So I look around and see that the rear carb boot looks like it's slipped a little and start fiddling with that. Also, I had pulled the o-ring and spring out of the petcock, so I mention this to the young man - "I took it from a vacuum to a gravity feed petcock; think I've got the lines hooked up right?" "Um..." With that, he says, "Well, good luck!" and heads back to his truck.
How fun is that? Ok, you guys might not totally understand the gendered empowerment piece of that interaction, but that notwithstanding, how cool is it to know one's bike well enough to say, "Nope, can't be that!"
Ok, now let me go write my thread about the petcock.