My dealer Malcom Smith inspired me to ride my 250 Husqvarna on
the Pacific Crest Trail as it wound through the mountainous cliffs of
the San Bernardino National forest... So there I was navigating down a
3 foot wide path... at 22 mph... splitting difference between the
chiseled rock wall and 500 foot drop off... Just as I savored the joy
of getting it right my throttle cable snaps breaking the spell... Oh
dear... the engine is dead on the Crest Trail miles from the nearest
help... no room to push... no room to turn around... just a very
crumbly edge inviting suicide... I slap the errant throttle cable...
how dare you now... it comes clean out of the throttle... wagging it's
frayed face in my face... I will not be beaten... I pin the frayed
face using the throttle's aluminum adjustment nut... I loop the black
cable housing around my thumb... as I wiggle my thumb the carb slide
moves click click but only about 1/2 of it's allotted travel... good
enough... I find a section perfect for a bat turn... I spun the rear
wheel performing a half donut while aiming the front wheel at a
vertical dirt embankment... just as both tires kiss I kick the whole
mess around in a 180 pirouette... OK I headed in the right
direction... all I need to do is navigated back over my tracks with
half the power thumbing the gas in handicap mode... Well it worked...