It's never lupus, or in other words, no gas
I was breaking in my kit all day yesterday, fouled a plug or 2 and kept on moving. I got downtown around 16th street when all of a sudden Weeeeeeeerrrrrrngghhh, and my bike dies.
What came to mind immediately was my spark plug since it's been the pattern of my day, but luckily I bump into Rachel who is just getting off of work, and has a sparkplug tool (mines I left somewhere).
Check the plug, black as Wesley Snipes, and oily. I'm glad that it's still running rich, yet I don't have another spark plug to replace it with, so Rachel and I go sit down at Leelas an have a drink. I consider snatching a sparkplug off of one of the many scooters downtown, but something told me karma would respond rather negatively on my kit.
SOOOO Long story a shorter, I walk about 2 miles back to my place and change out spark plugs and with no success get my bike started. After a shit load of fustration, while trying to pedal start again I fall and guess what... No gas is pouring out of my carb or tank...
There was nothing left to do was Laugh, there has to be someone up there writing scripts for everyday stupidity.