Saturday was perfect weather in Pittsburgh, so a ride on the P210 was in order. Decided to hop on 28 South to get back to town without all the stop and go traffic and that's where things got interesting.
I'm wide open in the fast lane getting ready for a left exit when the engine looses power and shuts down. Grab some clutch, shift into neutral and coast over to the shoulder. Pull the plug and it is absolutely cooked. Put in a spare, give it a kick and no compression.
Right then two retired marines roll up in a huge red pickup and give me a lift a few uphill miles home. Very cool, they wouldn't accept gas money or even a beer. They were just happy to help out a fellow motorcyclist, even a "really small motorcycle" as they put it.