So.....
While sitting on the garage floor,adjusting the clutch, I noticed that one fuel line (the one that came loose the first time I turned off the choke) ??? had NO fuel filter.
And the other had one that looked like a refugee from a weed-eater. :
A quick trip to my favorite hardware store, and I came home with:
1) A spare key!
Now I don't have to act so OCD about where I put my key.
2)Two gravity feed fuel filters with LOTS of flow.
3) A pair of deerskin gloves.
To wear while riding, until I can find some good armored gloves that fit.
4) Eight spring type hose-clamps. Which turn out to be too big, :
After trimming the fuel line to the right length to run straight with the new filters installed, and installing said filters. I turn on the petcock to check for leaks (after gathering my gear for a shake-down run). And gas RUNS out of the carbs and onto the top of the case, then forms a puddle on the driveway.
Of course I suspect the new filters have a split, or a loose fit with the fuel line. But I fondle and wiggle everything I just assembled, and nothing is even damp, nadda, zip. ??? So as I sit there on the concrete staring at the carbs, I turn the petcock back on.......and fuel POURS out of......the left carb's OVERFLOW! Now I'm thinking CRAP, now I gotta rebuild the damn carbs.
But in a somewhat weak and flickering "flash of brilliance" I blip the throttle. Turn the petcock back on and......IT WORKS!!! Not even a drip.
So, I put my gear on, kick it ONCE, and enjoy a couple of brisk turns around the neighborhood. 8)
When I stop, I leave her running as I pull off my helmet, and bend over and check for anything dribbling. Not a drop! ;D
So I turn off the petcock, and then the ignition, and roll her back into the garage. As I swing my leg off, I hear the distant rumbles of thunder. Finished just in time.