Check for snakes
The trail is narrow so everyone is stopped behind my bike until I can catch up and ride on. The Husky again refuses to start. I put my kickstand back down and we take turns kicking it over, sometimes getting it started only to have it die a foot farther on.
It is discouraging. It is irritating. And it is very hot out.
“As soon as it starts again, keep it revved high and ride to that flat area,” I propose, nodding to the area around an outcrop, above. “We can’t work on it here.” I guess we could but it would be a hassle on the side of a hill.