So I set off for the EAA meeting on the motorcycle, as Vic had the van to carry stuff for her employee picnic. After stopping for gas, I got on the freeway, and shortly ended up on the hard shoulder, as it felt like it had run out of gas. I fiddled with the choke, the gas cap and the gas tap (turn it to "reserve"), and got it started again. It then stopped again, and I applied my massive intellect to the problem and decided the vacuum hose that opens the gas tap when the engine's running was split or something. Sure enough, it started and ran on "prime", and I got to the airfield. When I got there, I found the vacuum hose was completely missing. Well, that'd be it.
I cooked about 40 burgers, and we had an interesting presentation on the RQ-4 drone that they fly out of Beale. I was sitting by John Tate, who used to fly them too - he had to stop when he couldn't pass the USAF medical (to fly a drone with a mouse and keyboard), so he retired to fly 787s for United.
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