My intake manifold was leaking on the run, screaming at me when I didn't have a set of ball-end allens to get to the bolts. When I got back to the campsite that night, Stanley ordered me to get my bike down by the lighted campsite, so I did. He went to work on it right away, I didn't say a thing. Sometimes it's better to shut up and let the old guys do their thing.
He leaned my bike up against his knees with a spotlight behind him and got it tightened up. It wasn't a crazy fix, or a hard one, but the guy wanted to help. It seemed like an addiction to wrenching.
With it tightened up, I hit an Auto Zone first thing the next day to make new gaskets and install them before heading across the State of Texas.
Like I said, he's the raw deal and I hope he gets better soon. Word is, he's coming along pretty well.
If anyone reading this happens to see him, send him my best, he'll remember from the LSRR -
