Yesterday evening, the chef and I stopped by my favourite coffee shop. I parked the bike, nose to kerb & sat at a table located at the front of the coffee shop, the front wheel of my bike virtually inches from where I sat. It was rather busy, so we ordered and sat waiting, there was about a dozen people gathered at the front of the shop.

After a short time a young Thai guy and his GF turned up riding a Honda click and parked directly next to my bike but behind me, my chef who was sitting opposite me on our table was virtually facing him. His GF got off the bike and went to the front of the coffee shop and ordered. I looked around at this guy because his bike engine was left running and it seemed to be at a fast idle and quite noisey. I noted at this time he was wiping the bike down with a rag & thought nothing further.

A short moment later whilst chatting to the chef, the expression on her face went from the usual RELAXED (nothing ever matters look) that she always has to a look of sheer TERROR. I knew something was instantly wrong and spun around to see the young Thai guy with the click had his seat up and there was a fire ontop of his Fuel tank. HOLY SHIT! Now keep in mind this is almost within reaching distance of where I am sitting.

Okay, so this guy now has my full attention and he is madly striking the flame with the rag he is holding and I notice that the fuel cap is off the tank, but my legs arnt working yet, all this has happened in a split second. Next the fire is OUT. Phew. Now before I can even fully process in my mind what has happened, this IDIOT now raises his left hand to the opening of the fuel tank again and I see he is holding a cigarette lighter and it all comes clear to me how this began.......he was using the lighter to create light to see how much fuel was left in the tank. <deleted> !

So as he raises the lighter again, I manage to blurt out in english, "Oi, no, <deleted> no" & I'm shaking my hand at him. He immediately stops and I note that the young father there, also seen what is going on has grabbed his daughter and started running, another man straddling his motorbike is now moving away. Everyone is stopped doing what they are doing and is now looking. Without a word this guy puts the cigarette lighter back in his pocket and is now glaring at me seemingly annoyed that I have drawn attention to him and his stupidity. I talk with my chef and confirmed how the fire had started and sat there in disbelief that anyone could be that stupid.

Anyway, I couldnt take my eyes off the guy & the coffee shop owner who knows me approached me with my coffee and asked me what happened. At the same time the guys GF returned to his bike and they rode away with the iced tea in a bag. Everyone there then had a bit of a laugh and made a few comments about this guys stupidity......I think one guy mentioned the word Buffaloe .

Anyway, having the belief that an near empty fuel tank is more dangerous than a full one & realising that the fuel tank must have been at low level (elsewise why would you check), I cant help but feel we had a narrow escape from perhaps being burnt and injured. What a fekkwit.

Did you show them all your finger

If you check the water level from Lead Batteries in a Car, by opening the compartments, and use a lighter you would have a similiar experience, it would probably not burn, but you would get a little explosion witch is enough to burn away any facial hair.

Did see that once working at a petrol station more then 30 years ago. Girl working the Pump and checking the Batterie Level cant see enough, Customer uses a lighter, big bang, she hit her Head at the Hood witch tock the Stick holding the Hood out of his Holder, so Hood ist crashing back on her Head again. She was not a happy Bunny and she was off work for probably 2 weeks

Did you show them all your finger

If I could of raised it, I probably would have.

If you check the water level from Lead Batteries in a Car, by opening the compartments, and use a lighter you would have a similiar experience, it would probably not burn, but you would get a little explosion witch is enough to burn away any facial hair.

Did see that once working at a petrol station more then 30 years ago. Girl working the Pump and checking the Batterie Level cant see enough, Customer uses a lighter, big bang, she hit her Head at the Hood witch tock the Stick holding the Hood out of his Holder, so Hood ist crashing back on her Head again. She was not a happy Bunny and she was off work for probably 2 weeks

Its not the sort of thing I would have expected anyone to do, battery or fuel tank. I guess some people just dont get the basic.

I wonder what sort of an explosion the fuel tank would of made, ive got no idea really.

Big boys are just larger versions of little boys... Hopefully, by the age of 40 or so, they grow out of it... and eventually become men.

^ My god that would be tempting.

^ My god that would be tempting.

Ain't that the truth. When I was about 12 we lived in an estate up the side of a mountain. Un-beknownst to my parents I built a "go-cart" to ride down one of the steep curving roads that serviced the estate. A go-cart is a vehicle made with a couple of wooden axles attached to a plank to sit on and a rope tied to either end of the front axel to turn the thing. The wheels were fastened with large nails hammered into either end of the wooden axels. I was sort of like a wagon on rails. We forgot that we might need brakes that actually worked. With my 7 year old brother behind me we took off down the hill. I hadn't factored in the steepness of the hill or the speed we might attain.

The first thing to fail were the brakes. They just sort of exploded and broke off without slowing the rocket any appreciable amount. I managed to get it around the first few big curves in the road before I knew we were going to have to crash land the thing. I made our exit at Mrs Rattenbury's place where she had some low shrubs to slow our descent.

I'm not sure which hurt more: my skinned face and knees going through the shrubbery, my brother landing on top of me, or the spanking I got from my father later for putting my little brother in danger.

Yup, little boys and their temtations.

Did you show them all your finger

I had full shock expression on after reading Neverdies post..then read yours!!! Instant laughter.

Im glad you stopped him Neverdie, cant imagine what a disaster it could have been otherwise. Glad he may have lost face, hopefully it has sunk in the stupidity of what he tried to do..but..maybe not. :/

The really funny part will be watching him go the the repair shop tomorrow to explain the "problem".

It's terrifying that people like that are allowed any where near a bike in the first place.

It's terrifying that people like that are allowed any where near a bike in the first place.

More of a worry that they breed and usually constantly.

CB

It's terrifying that people like that are allowed any where near a bike in the first place.

Actually, thats exactly what I thought when he rode off at high speed with his bag of iced tea flapping on the handlebars. That <snip> is riding around near my place and could be the guy riding towards me at a great rate of speed with his little insignificant brain repeating the words "FASTER, FASTER, FASTER".

Makes me quite angry when I think about it

The really funny part will be watching him go the the repair shop tomorrow to explain the "problem".

He probably is the guy from the repair shop

^ My god that would be tempting.

Ain't that the truth. When I was about 12 we lived in an estate up the side of a mountain. Un-beknownst to my parents I built a "go-cart" to ride down one of the steep curving roads that serviced the estate. A go-cart is a vehicle made with a couple of wooden axles attached to a plank to sit on and a rope tied to either end of the front axel to turn the thing. The wheels were fastened with large nails hammered into either end of the wooden axels. I was sort of like a wagon on rails. We forgot that we might need brakes that actually worked. With my 7 year old brother behind me we took off down the hill. I hadn't factored in the steepness of the hill or the speed we might attain.

The first thing to fail were the brakes. They just sort of exploded and broke off without slowing the rocket any appreciable amount. I managed to get it around the first few big curves in the road before I knew we were going to have to crash land the thing. I made our exit at Mrs Rattenbury's place where she had some low shrubs to slow our descent.

I'm not sure which hurt more: my skinned face and knees going through the shrubbery, my brother landing on top of me, or the spanking I got from my father later for putting my little brother in danger.

Yup, little boys and their temtations.

Bin gone and dun that.

Steered offa da road into a creek.

Hadda hiding when my lil bro told of what happened.

HEY, thems were da days.

Kids have no real scary fun now.