Nate did a wheelie and I was smiling at Jake as I lost the cap off the oil tank on the way to bike night tonight. So we stop, look around, stick a sock in there and continue on another 20 miles. When I go to leave there is a cap sitting on my engine held there by the oil lines. I dont know if that was my cap or if someone just saw I needed one and had a spare. Really weird feeling, really cool too?