this one was quite a laugh...

in what I believe was Midville (center of Georgia or the middle of nowhere???), we had a stop for some petrol for the scoots...everyone lined up, applied pressure to the handset and spilled fuel into thirsty tanks (save for Pat who could not seem to get the Indian lass inside to understand that you first had to pump the gas to determine who much the purchase price was to be)...

about the time that most had filled their machinary with the requisite fluids, up comes this lad in his blueing beast of an auto...he expertly backs it in with all the deft of a crash derby racer and starts pumping what looked to be bucket loads of fuel into his prized auto...he started to make small talk with a few of us, when up bounds Jimi to finish the task at hand...the lad proceeded to ask her if the bike was one of them 600's...her reply was matter of factly that it was indeed a 900 and made for quite a good run...his reply was somewhere along the line of, "9 hundra, ain't that bike too big for a girl"...at that point I think I spit my dentures across the tank, but Jimi handled it with grace by laughing it off with a simple "hardly" reply...

meanwhile, the lad kept up his nervous chatter and attempted to stop the first pump, then grabbed the other pump and start filling up gas cans in the car, while occasionally glancing over his shoulder to the watchful eye of the store's owner...midway (in Midville mind you) through what looked to be this lad having a fast getaway without paying, the Indian owner shot across the parking lot to rescue what was to be nearly US$90 in petrol...

" 90 dollas, ain't that too much for someone who ain't got the money in the first place"...