Scooters don’t like it if you try to run them on this kind of cocktail.
She’s been parked outside exposed to the weather, for the whole time I’ve been in this place. I don’t know if there’s going to be a good place for her to live at the new apartment, so I arranged to stash her at my mum’s place. Which required getting her going.
This is what was in the tank, nearly a third water. It doesn’t take a rocket surgeon to figure out this had something to do with why it wouldn’t start. Drained out the tank, ran some meths through the lines (it’s hydroscopic, so it grabs any left over water, and it’ll run through the engine ok so you don’t have to worry about how to rinse it out of the fuel system in turn, about the ideal stuff for the job, really), whipped off the airbox, cracked open and cleaned out the carbie, and with just a few (dozen) ginger kicks she came back to (initially hesitant) life.
It was great fun riding her over to Ponsonby, to begin with only slowly creeping up to a wheezing 30km/h, but by the time I got to my mum’s place, it was back up to the usual massively powerful and terrifying 60km/h.
I was grinning all the way.
If you want a reliable engine, you really have to go Japanese.