Hi all. After a six month distraction due to an apparent need to incur some new hospital bills, I've taken some time to try to get to the bottom of a gremlin from last year. I took the bike to Hatfield and McCoy, did a couple hundred miles of trail, trailered it home, all is good. Didn't have the first problem on the trail, but twenty miles away from home, problem. I knew I was going to hit reserve before I hit the gas station so once I hit a nice straight spot with no-one behind me I reached down, switched to reserve, went about 100' and it felt like someone turned the key off. I pulled in the clutch lever for some reason, even though I KNOW that I have a Rekluse clutch. So, once rpm dropped to nothing, I was done. I coasted into the rest-stop that was luckily just up the road, pulled up under a big oak tree, parked the bike and cussed. A lot. I have a just-about-gone sprague clutch spring, so I kicked the snot out of it, but never got a hint of fire. A buddy came and picked me up and dropped me off back home. Later that night it fired first kick. Here's what I've checked... Tore carb apart, thought maybe I sucked something into the jets. Nothing. Checked all connections under seat, nothing found loose, broken, suspect. Checked ignition switch for the common broken wire/solder joints. It looks like it just rolled out of Austria. Perfect. I filled the void with silicon to prevent anything breaking down the road... After reinstalling the carb I've ridden it a couple times, less than five miles each because I don't want to be farther than I want to walk if it does it again. It seems to run fine but I can't shake that "When is it going to strand me again" feeling. Any ideas?