Yesterday after work we took off for an errand ride. Before we left we filled up the oil tank. Luckily, it was only low by 1 quart, so I was hopeful that all would be well. My bike is a tank afterall... After we took off I noticed my bike kind of lugged in the lower gears, but she does that after she has sat for a couple of days (2 days). After nearing our first destination my bike started to sputter and really lug and my first thought was, "God damnit! I fucked up my bike. I'm sooo bullshit." My next thought, "I hope this doesn't cost too much to fix... on the otherhand maybe I can get my Nighster early" ;) So, I honked at my ole man and gave him a thumbs down. Right then, the bike just shuts off. "Damn it. Damn it. Dammmmnnnn iiittttt!" I pull over to the side of an entrance road, turn off the ignition, and start pushing my bike into a nearby parking lot. The man comes over and finishes the job for me (hey, I can push my bike... she's my bike... Anyone else feel like that? -although I was grateful -my back is held together by rods and screws, and the last thing I wanted was a worse than usual backache). Anyway... After we parked my bike the man asked if I tried switching to my reserve tank. I said no and stated that since I let the oil get low (my bike drinks oil -she's such a lush), that engine damage was my first thought not the gas. He took the bike, switched to reserve and rode it around. My bike was fine... whew... I felt a little noobish for not just switching to reserve right away (like I normally do). So, I learned a good lesson in quick trouble shooting...like just switching to reserve first, then worrying about other problems... We had a good ride although it was HOT yesterday (~90 on the bike).

So, with the bike back the hubby and I rode over to the airshow, which was a nice ~45 minute ride to the grounds (mostly interstate/some highway). All was right with the world, until we were trying to find the airshow and were just riding down different streets looking for parking. As we were riding up a small hill, where at the top uneven railroad tracks were located, I had a *great* experience with gravel. I was focused on the uneven tracks ahead of me (at the top of said "hill"), when I realized I needed to brake some for a smooth RR track crossing. I brake and feel the bike slide... It was quick and I rode it out... At the top of the hill, right in my bike path was a pile of white gravel dust + gravel. I happened to brake right in this pile... fun! All was well, but it was a surprise. I'm not sure how I could have avoided it since it was at the crest of the hill (so hard to see ahead of time) AND right in front of the RR tracks (which i was focused on as the obstacle in front of me). Let me say that I'm a habitual road assesser and am always scanning the roads for debris, potholes, etc. and will just ride around "road problems" rather than though them... so this caught me off guard... oh well, I rode out the skid and all was well... Yesterday, we rode up north, in the wind. We saw few bikes on the rode. It was a battle on the interstate, but I got through it. I still enjoyed riding, but man was I tired when I got home.

OHHHH yeah, my bike burns through the oil... Not 1000 miles ago I had my oil changed, and now... my oil is almost GONE! My bike is not leaking (well, some gaskets are blown...but no heavy leaking). The Buell Blast forum stated that the bike burns through oil. So, I guess I'm going to start checking my oil once a week (or figure out how often I need to check it). Speaking of... I need to go to the local H-D and buy some oil for my bike.

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