Saturday morning started off good. I got home from work at 4:15am (I bartend on the weekends) it took a while for me to get to sleep. I was excited about picking up my battery and getting the Old Boat anchor going. I had been having one problem after another after another with this bike over the past 10 months or so (See "Wiring Master Needed" thread)
and today was the day i would be able to ride her. Or, so I thought.
I woke up around 10 am. Ran the few errands and then headed home. My hubby and I mounted up on his bike and headed to the shop. I had butterflies in my tummy. I was so excited.
We got to the shop, put the battery in and Vroom!! She started right up. 1st, 2 cylinders and then all 4 fired. What a sound for sore ears!!!
Richie (the shop owner) took her for a test ride and came back with a smile on his face. "She's all yours...she needs to be ridden!!"
the smile on my face showed my enthusiasm. I geared up, and off we went. 1st stop...GAS!!! Filled her up and then my husband and I were off.
Our first ride together. It was great. It was hot outside, but I didn't care. We headed up Loop 375 and I was able to wind her out. Boy, how she purred. It was magical. I was in heaven. We headed towards the local mall. There was supposed to be a bike/car show at Hooters my hubby said. As we pulled into the parking lot, we saw nothing indicating a bike/car show of any kind. We parked and talked about where to go. I didn't care, All I needed was some water and more riding.
We decided on a spot and as I pressed the starter button...i got nothing. My heart sank. I looked at my odometor and saw I had only ridden 17.9 miles. No, this could not be happening. not here, not now. I tried the button again and nothing...one more time...she started to turn, slowly and then she kicked in. yes...I gave my hubby the thumb's up and started to pull out...then it happened...
I could smell that sweet weird smell of burning wires, I looked down to see that smoke was pouring out of underneath my starter wires. I turned her off immediately and got off the bike. My hubby rushed over to wear i was only to find me kneeling on the ground with tears in my eyes.
I took my helmet off and the rest of the gear. It took about a minute for the smoke to stop coming out of the bike.
That was the moment i gave up. i was hot, thirsty and felt like i had just been kicked in the gut. All I wanted to do was go for a ride.
I called a friend of ours and he said we would come get us.
We went to Hooters to have a drink. Lemonade and Water never tasted so good. My hubby was happy. I guess my bike picked a good place to break down. Of all the burger joints to crap out at!!!
We ate our onion rings and drank our lemonade and went back out to meet our friend with the truck.
when we got out there, I said What the He!! and tried starting her up. Boom..no problem. She started right up and purred like a kitten. no smoke, no thing. Just like nothing had happened!!
we loaded her on the trailer and headed home. a few hours later, my hubby went and started her up and again, no problem. no smoke no nothing!!!
At that point, All I could do was laugh, hystarically.
I then, put a for sale sign on Craigs List! motorcycle mechanic mentor, Richie, thinks she will be fine and has all the bugs worked out, but, i just don't want to chance it. This was the 2nd time she left me and I think we have irreconcilable differences.
Thus, the best 17.9 miles of my life!!!
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