Nate: Heyman! Whatcha into?
JACIII: Not much, tillin' the garden.
Nate: Hey, um, somethin's wrong with my bike.
JACIII: What'd you do? (insert accusatory tone)
Nate: Nothin'! I didn't do anything, man. Um, it won't idle.
JACIII: It's outa gas.
Nate: No it's not! It's got plenty of gas!
JACIII: What's it doin'?
Nate: It runs, but it won't idle.
JACIII: You mean you can hold the throttle open and it will run, but when you let off it dies.
Nate: Yep.
JACIII: It's outa gas. The float bowls are emptying out.
Nate: NO IT'S NOT, DUDE. Listen, I just looked, there's all kinds of gas in the tank.
JACIII: OK, turn the idle adjustment screw up until it will stay running without you holding the throttle open and call me back and let me know how many RPM's it takes to keep it runnin'.
Nate: OK. (click)
INTERMISSION - Get popcorn, coke, Junior mints.....
JACIII: Yeah!
Nate: It's outa gas.
JACIII: Told ya'.
Nate: Fag.
JACIII: You good to go?
Nate: Yeah, got reserve. I'll make it to Joy's.
JACIII: Alright, Be careful. And don't pester Joy.
They will always be my little brothers.
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